Beside the black coffin, a withered hand clung tightly, leaving half a handprint.
Sword scars on the coffin lid once again emitted sword energy but failed to subdue it.
The man in black, disregarding his fear, rushed to the front.
"Get out!"
Calderon Sunsworn's low growl from within the coffin sent the man in black flying backward, crashing to the ground.
The coffin shook violently, the gap widening, on the verge of breaking free.
"Go get Mor..."
Before Calderon Sunsworn could finish, a sigh interrupted him.
"Sigh."
It was the voice of an ordinary middle-aged man, "Why do you torment yourself so?"
A figure appeared beside the black coffin, ignoring the terrifying pressure, standing there quietly.
Even a Battle Lord couldn't easily approach the coffin!
Yet he moved freely.
The figure's true identity was self-evident.
Supreme Being, Morpheus.
