One must have engraved pale golden runes in the heart. That gave Richard an enchanting aura.
It was no longer beating but made people's hearts skip a beat. It was as if a great horror could revive at any time.
That was not a power that mortals could imagine.
Richard sighed and rode the golden lion in the void. His huge eyes stared at the heart.
His eyes couldn't hide the fear and dread.
He carefully approached and stopped more than ten meters away. He did not dare to take another step forward.
Richard could feel the golden lion's body tremble and the endless fear in its soul. He took a deep breath.
He flipped over and walked to the front of the heart.
Richard stood for a moment. He no longer sensed that fatal aura. The yellow sand on his body surged and transformed into an arm that grabbed the heart.
It grabbed the heart.
An indescribable feeling surged into his heart.
