In the darkness.
A being with a face adorned by fan-shaped ribs,
tentacles representing supreme magic floating on its back,
a withered body wrapped in grey bandages,
and an ancient creature dragging a dark gold tail gradually emerged. A supreme wand with a triangular stone eye was embedded in its back, ready to be used at any moment.
"Black Pharaoh."
Han Dong, having borrowed this incarnation before, immediately recognized it.
Han Dong couldn't see the Black Pharaoh and the wanderer as the same person... The Black Pharaoh walking out before him seemed like an independent existence.
"Senior..."
Han Dong respectfully bowed.
"Hmm, follow me."
As they approached the central stone chamber of the [Suppression Hall], the Black Pharaoh's voice emitted a series of low, weighty sounds that even triggered Han Dong's left arm to transform into a mummified state.
"You must be curious why there is such a noticeable difference between me and the wanderer's true self."
"Yes..."
