The uncannily handsome young man caressed the golden orb in his hand. Marquis Origin left it when he departed as he wasn’t confident in his chances of returning unscathed from the Celestial Realm Battlefront. Hence, the orb remained behind.

Bam bam bam!

Several figures flew backward from the hall’s doors—the guards to the palace. A tiny slit dotted each of their throats, their nascent spirits crumbled, and their bodies devoid of vitality. Their eyes, however, still sparkled with the watchful light of carrying out their duties.

Plainly, they hadn’t even known they were dead when death collected them.

The young man jerked his head up with shock and saw a white shadow float inside like a ghost. It was an eighteen-year-old young man dressed in clean white robes, a meter of hair flowing casually behind him. His face was tinged with an unnatural pallor, bestowing a different kind of air to his delicately shaped...