Chapitre 525: The Failure of A Father

However, what was most striking and eerie about him now was the mysterious void that seemed to be slowly crawling up the palms of his hands, overtaking his arms. It was an inky darkness, an unnatural and otherworldly presence that defied explanation. It pulsed with an eerie energy, and its tendrils crept upward with a creeping, inexorable determination.

The young man's once-innocent black eyes were now a mirror to the darkness that consumed him. They glinted with a strange intensity, a combination of determination and a haunted emptiness that seemed to mirror the void encroaching upon his body. It was as if he had become a vessel for forces beyond his control, a living embodiment of the trials and tribulations he had endured.