Lilith Northern Continent, within the Bright Moon Forest.
In the darkness of the night, the Bright Moon Forest seemed only a bit serene.
In the forest, Griffin was moving swiftly, his figure continuously darting between the trees.
Weeds and withered branches could not hinder his progress.
In the next moment, Griffin instinctively halted.
Because a white raven suddenly appeared on the tree in front of him.
The raven's sharp claws seemed nailed onto the branch. Griffin could clearly see the snow-white feathers all over the raven.
It wasn't until the raven turned its head, its crimson pupils locking eyes with him.
What kind of feeling was that? In that instant, Griffin felt as if Death itself was staring at him.
Only in a flash, Griffin's brain blanked, and his soul and body seemed to be separated.
[Second Ring Bloodline Magic·Eye of the Deathbringer]!
What would happen if a level 2 wizard launched a preemptive strike with the second ring magic?
