Ronan stood rooted to the spot, darkness from overhead inch by inch swallowing his figure.
He stared blankly at the figure riding in with the flock of crows, feeling despair for the first time in his life.
If Fao was the sun, then the radiance of the person now arriving was ten times more blazing than the sun's.
But his color was black, like a distorted black sun, or perhaps a black hole, drawing in the surrounding light—even the gaze and soul of anyone who dared look directly at him.
It was not so much that Ronan did not dare move.
Rather, he simply could not move at all.
The figure came straight toward him. From a great distance away, some force had already locked firmly onto him.
At that moment, a thought inexplicably sprang into Ronan's mind—
The true master of the Corpse Garden had returned.
As the figure amid the crows drew closer, Ronan finally saw what the newcomer looked like.
He was a very young man.
He had short brown hair, fair skin, and features that were neither particularly handsome nor ugly.
Yet his wine-red eyes and an innate air of wickedness gave him an indescribably powerful charm.
Unlike an ordinary wizard, he wore a suit of uniquely styled armor, with bloodlike patterns flowing across its surface.
A long black cape trailed behind him.
Countless Red Eyes crows surrounded the man, as if he were the sovereign of all crows, a king who commanded the shadows! He arrived before Ronan, the black sun scorching Ronan's nerves.
He casually swept his gaze over the surroundings, and the first thing he said to Ronan was—
"You destroyed my house."
Ronan's heart trembled. He opened his mouth, but did not know what to say.
Before this man, who was clearly