He Shenyan's feelings at that moment were rather complicated.
In the instant after that kiss ended, his form of life had been completely changed—a feeling that was faint and elusive, yet seemed to come from the depths of his soul, whispered to him.
"I look forward to it, my emissary."
Death slowly drifted away from him. As one of the existences that formed the factors of the world's existence, she could not remain in a single world for too long. The smile was still on her face. "I look forward to the day you bring me their souls."
He Shenyan silently watched her leave and casually dispelled the Mirror Dimension. He slowly landed on the ground, pressed a hand to his chest, and took a deep breath.
What exactly was this feeling...?
All things in existence were in his hands.
The mage raised his right hand and gazed through the gaps between his fingers at the dim sun on the horizon. At that moment, he had a feeling that if he wanted to, he could directly make that burning star—the source of life for Earth—die.
And it was not an illusion.
Authority of Death.
The lines of He Shenyan's face suddenly hardened. No one knew what he was thinking. Storms churned in his eyes.
"Someone's knocking."
Wong said in a low voice, slowly rising from the floor without making the slightest sound. He was closest to the door, so he pressed his hand directly against the wooden door—Strange's poor door did not even have a handle. Opening and closing it relied entirely on violent dismantling.
Rajiv's reaction was not slow either. He immediately slapped a Silence Shielding Array onto Strange. He did not have armor on him, so he could not, like the two of them, completely block out