บท 89: 68. Dusk Sleep_3

The setting sun hung low in the sky, casting its light on the mountain peaks, releasing tens of thousands of radiant glow, turning the entire sky a blood-red color.

The breathtaking view of the sunset was captivating, yet Noland Lee couldn't bring himself to exclaim in admiration.

All because of an enormous figure, whose neck was bound by a rope dangling from an infinitely high place, hung dead in the twilight sky.

The giant figure seemed to reach the heavens and touch the earth, as if it could shatter the clouds with a simple flick of its hand or crush mountains and rivers with a single step.

But, it was hung to death.

It died on a black rope that extended from the depths of the cosmos.

Noland raised his head and squinted into the distance, but his eyes couldn't find the end of the black rope in the sky through the fiery red clouds.

Mysterious wind blew past.

The enormous figure hanging in the air swayed with the wind.