Within a towering building that stood tall within the base of the ancient race was a patch of darkness within. A few green flames floated around gently with a ghastly glow, allowing that bit of light to permeate through the dark building.
However, compared to the surrounding darkness, it was still ever so minuscule…
Lying on a circular crystal bed, a pair of blue eyes were ever so dazzling in this darkness.
A luxurious pitch-black fur coat was draped on the Marquis of Despair's body.
At this moment, the Marquis of Despair was extremely silent. Those eyes were still as water, without any presence within them.
Looking at those green flames, the Marquis of Despair lifted his hand gently, as though he was chasing after them. However, those layers of darkness were preventing him from going forth, as everything descended gently.
Silence.
Repressing Silence.
There was not a single peep of sound within…
