Chapitre 466: The Boy Born in Darkness (3)

In an instant, the young boy snapped out of his prayerful reverie, a sense of urgency seizing him as he caught wind of the approaching crowd. His eyes, once closed in devotion, now opened wide with a sudden intensity. A dark swirl, subtle yet palpable, lingered in the depths of his gaze, an unexpected manifestation of an otherworldly power.

As he swiftly rose to his feet, the dark swirl seemed to unfurl from his eyes, spreading across his face like tendrils of inky shadow. The transformation, while eerily swift, carried an air of inevitability, as if the latent power within him responded to the imminent threat encroaching upon the alley.