Chapter 818

Fulgrim stood bewildered in a stretch of darkness. Only after a long while did he realize he should lower his head and look at his own hands—it was like an instinctive reaction. People always did that.

His vision was unaffected by the dark, so he clearly saw the purple robe draped over him. Faint threads of gold ran through the garment, understated yet splendid.

Fulgrim recognized it at once.

These were the clothes he had worn when he was young—more precisely, when he had been a boy. He had been fifteen that year, but already two meters tall. No one had dared ask his age. They only dared bow and scrape when Fulgrim passed, then steal a glance at his handsome face, touched with Divinity, just as he was about to leave.

The Phoenix of Chemos laughed self-mockingly.

Perhaps the seed of pursuing perfection had been planted at that very moment. Fate was not generous. Long ago, in the dark, it had marked a price on every person's life.

Fulgrim shook his head. He had intended to simply speak up and ask what the captain was doing—based on his understanding of He Shenyan, the man was most likely hiding in the darkness watching him right now.

But before he could speak, a mirror abruptly appeared before him.

The person in the mirror had a head of soft white hair that fell naturally to his shoulders. His neck was long and pure white, and his exposed arms were fit, yet carried gentle curves. His face combined a boy's delicacy, a woman's softness, and a man's handsomeness.

Fulgrim looked at this person calmly, without the slightest reaction to his androgynous charm.

"Is that all?" the Chemosian said. "Captain, this trick won't work on me—"

Halfway through, he stopped. His expression was no