All of this, Owen watched from the side, his face covered in disbelief.
He had been given a simple mission, one that he had thought couldn't be any simpler.
Two Apocrypha Stage cultivators and three Eternity Stage cultivators, all going on a hunt for a little princess who was merely at the Cataclysm Stage.
Their mission was to kill her.
And yet, in this mission, all five had met their demise, save for him alone, who had ended up getting trapped in this endless, dark Void.
Endless, because he had tried to look for a way out and failed.
It had always amazed him, and half left him in disbelief, that he had been beaten and trapped within the realm of someone who seemed so much younger than he was.
Yet, he seemed so powerful that it was beyond Owen's imagination.
But now?
That same one whom he thought was so powerful?
He was on all fours, hacking up pitch-dark blood mixed with white.
