Chapitre 288: Chapter 275: The Return of the Dark Realm (XXX)

In the city center, a blue spherical barrier enveloped a space nearly a hundred meters in diameter. At the very center of the dome stood Abraham, unrecognizable from his usual self.

His clothes were almost entirely scorched, with only tattered remnants still hanging on his shoulders. Unburnt embers clung to his beard and hair. Underneath the charred fabric, his body shone with a metallic luster. Given his bulky physique, the nickname "The Iron Barrel" was truly well-deserved. Moreover, densely packed runes covered his metallic frame, seemingly belonging to no known language. They followed a particular arrangement, appearing like a work of art etched upon his surface. In the seams of his armor, a faint blue light flowed.