บท 993: Descent, Once Again

The many roving eyes of Doom Star were slowly congregating in their area as the shielding around their bodies was slowly being taken apart by its malevolent Will, although broken, there was nothing weak about this entity.

Rowan nodded at the warning of Old Man Seed, the cracking sound from the shield increasing, and he closed his eyes, purging the sound and the surroundings from his perception, the only thing he could hear was his breathing which sounded like thunder.

He had gone through several harrowing experiences in his life without flinching, and yet his instincts were screaming at him at this time, that what was to come would be vastly different from anything he had faced before.

There was a chance that he might perish.