A figure stood on the city wall of Twilight City.
Richard wore a black and red crown on his head, and his cape with dark patterns fluttered behind him.
He held the city wall with one hand and looked straight at the sky at this moment. The Crimson Moon that crushed the void appeared so riveting in the afterglow of Twilight City.
Richard stared at it for a moment and felt palpitations in his heart.
The Crimson Moon in the sky seemed to have transformed into an eyeball that emitted endless divine might.
It crossed the river of time.
Richard looked down at the earth. He stared at everyone.
It wasn't the primary plane alone, but the bottomless abyss, the nine hells, the death plane, and countless planes. Richard couldn't know about that.
Even those planes dark as ink and hadn't seen daylight since birth could see the Crimson Moon that floated in the air.
The world fell into a strange silence.
