Before long, the dark portal was completely formed.
"This... this is..."
The nobles of the Dotruu Kingdom stared with shrunken pupils as two small figures slowly emerged from the ominous dark portal.
One held a giant crescent scythe in her left hand, the scythe a full head taller than her, flashing with cold light. Dense shadows swirled around her, her eyes pitch black like icy deep pools, cold and regal.
The other had an almost identical face, except her pupils were pale white. Her small face wore a smile that gave people a bone-deep chill.
Her right hand held a white banner that was a head taller than her, several banner strips moving without wind, ghostly shadows swirling around them in an eerie, terrifying way.
The moment the two girls appeared, the entire royal capital's sky got invaded by shadows. Shadow power drove away sunlight, shrouding everything.
The sudden change made everyone feel as if a huge stone was crushing their hearts, involuntarily holding their breath.
