Chapitre 233: God Of Acranum

The being was tall and imposing, its features both beautiful and terrifying. Its eyes glowed with an inner light, and its presence radiated a power that made Elandor feel small and insignificant.

"Bloody hell," the being muttered, its voice a deep, resonant baritone that sent a shiver down Elandor's spine. The being looked around, taking in its surroundings with a mixture of curiosity and irritation.

Elandor stumbled backward in fear, his legs feeling like jelly. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to comprehend what he had done. The figure's aura was overwhelming, a palpable force that made it difficult to breathe.

The being turned its gaze to Elandor, its eyes narrowing slightly as it studied him. "Where am I?" it demanded, its voice carrying an otherworldly authority.