A dark space pulsed with a chilling aura, heavy and oppressive, like a suffocating blanket of shadows. At its center loomed an ancient altar, its obsidian surface etched with crimson cracks that glowed faintly.
Resting atop the altar was a weathered grey coffin, its surface carved with cryptic runes that seemed to writhe and whisper ominously.
Suddenly, an extraordinary phenomenon occurred. The space trembled, and a fierce wind swept through, originating just a few feet from the altar.
A human figure materialized, standing calmly in the eerie void. To an ordinary person, the oppressive darkness would have been terrifying, and the ominous coffin a source of unending nightmares.
But this man was far from ordinary. He glanced at the dark space momentarily before fixing his gaze on the coffin atop the altar.
Staring at it, Su Yen's expression shifted slightly. From the coffin, he sensed the presence of a powerful being and a palpable, fatal threat.
