Once the Corpse Governor reached this conclusion, hatred, fear, urgency, and countless emotions intertwined within his very soul. But then...his gaze slowly fell upon a small jade box resting beside the ancient altar.
For a long time, he remained silent before finally reaching toward it.
"...I wanted to save this...after reaching the Abyssal King realm…for the final step." His voice was filled with unwillingness as he looked at the small jade box, "But...I no longer have that luxury. Damn the Evernight Council and Sky Stealer…you'll pay for all!"
With hatred and conviction, the Corpse Governor's ethereal hand moved, and the jade box hovered in front of him before it slowly opened, and within it rested a single black flower.
It possessed no leaves or roots, but only nine translucent petals, and each petal resembled condensed corpse mist while countless tiny soul runes drifted around it.
