Chương 4: “The Boy Who Owned Land Of Abysses” «•»By: Alyssa Oca«•»

The weather was damp and cold, unpleasant, and the biting wind dried up fresh. At that moment, the white-haired beautiful boy frantically seized the opportunity to activate it. He frowned and was annoyed at the sudden uneasiness. He is full of angry cold, sharper than any blade, silvery blur toward the enemy, then another diagonal line, almost through the artery. A penetrates deeply into the side of his enemies, dangerously close to the scar, allowing the enemy to catch the horror, like icebreaking from the devil's refrigerator directly into the cold night, chasing the light onto him like a torch. They can't find the heart of hope. The improvisation on the wings creates a true color, and as the dawn begins from the banyan tree, the long raft branches are pushed into the night.