In a secluded canyon, large clusters of crimson mandragoras covered the slopes, exuding an alluring and sinister aura.
A mysterious and eerie floral scent hung in the air, carrying a deadly allure. The blood-red hue of the mandragoras was captivating, yet it remained lonely and unappreciated.
Why? Because there was no one to appreciate them.
Deep within the canyon, a mysterious and ancient castle stood stark against the landscape.
The moonlight spilled through the partially open gates, adding an eerie touch to the dimly lit halls.
Under the faint glow of the lamps, a delicate silver cage hung in the center of the hall, filled with white mandragoras.
A graceful young girl curled up among the flowers, drifting into a deep slumber. Her raven-black hair spilled out from the cage, caressed by a gentle breeze, emitting a faint, enchanting fragrance. Around her immaculate ankles, she wore delicate silver anklets that tinkled like bells when the breeze danced around them.
The young girl possessed an otherworldly, mesmerizing beauty, with exquisitely crafted features that seemed heaven-sent. Her skin was as smooth as pearls, and her long, curled eyelashes cast a row of graceful shadows when her eyes were closed. She wore a white gown as light as feathers, ethereal and delicate, resembling a celestial being.
A beautiful butterfly landed on her hair, fluttering its wings gracefully. The butterfly's wings had two fiery spots on their dark green canvas, resembling tiny flames in the darkness.
"Master, in three days, it will be the night of the full moon. I have prepared a new pet for you," a respectful voice echoed from the spiral staircase. The steward, a humble blood servant, bowed with utmost deference, patiently awaiting the young master's response.
The young master's ice-cold, sapphire-blue eyes were as mysterious and noble as priceless gems, possessing a deadly allure that drew people in. A chilling mist lingered in the depths of his gaze, making it impossible to meet his eyes directly.
His razor-sharp thin lips curved into an arrogant arc, while his chiseled jawline carried a hint of sternness. Chestnut hair fell naturally over his shoulders, and his white robe accentuated his slender and enticing figure. He exuded an aura of frigid darkness and an inherent sense of nobility.
This was a bewitching enigma, capable of captivating anyone in an instant—beautifully sinister, alluring, and mysterious.
He was known as Shen Yi (the wings of God). Dr. Caesar had chosen this name for him, hoping that, under his experiments, he would become the most powerful human in history.
Unfortunately, Dr. Caesar didn't live to see that day, as he had already perished at Shen Yi's hands.
Now, Shen Yi was no longer an experiment; he was the master of this castle!