Mist...
Pitch-black mist.
After William Hand passed through a dense bank of fog, he found himself in a domain that looked like night itself. All around his feet stood rows of tombstones.
This was the Black Death Emperor's domain. In the world of death, the Black Death Emperor was undoubtedly the most powerful lord, and the world he occupied was also the vastest.
Generally speaking, the Black Death Emperor was not so idle. He basically left the souls that entered his domain to their own devices. He periodically spread the Blackest Night across different parallel universes, then harvested the souls and brought them into his world. Souls that wandered into his world in such scattered fashion usually did not receive much of his attention.
But today's visitor was somewhat unusual.
He was worth the Black Death Emperor's condescension to receive personally.
"William Hand? You actually dare appear before me."
The Black Death Emperor reached out, and all four of William Hand's limbs were seized by the claws of the Black Lantern Corps. Then his entire body was lifted into the air in the shape of a cross, looking just like Jesus being executed.
The Black Death Emperor did not waste many words. He was the lord of the dead, and compared with living creatures, his actions were more rigid.
As the death incarnate who had created the Blackest Night through sheer force, what could one expect him to say to William?
The moment he captured William, the Black Death Emperor decisively intended to drag him into the depths of his domain of death and completely transform him into an avatar who was not only powerful, but utterly loyal to him.
But then he heard William's voice:
"Wait a moment."
The Black Death Emperor ignored him completely.
He was about to