As the dust slowly faded and thinned into the cavern air, everyone was finally able to focus clearly on what was happening, and their bodies instinctively went still at the sight before them.
The echoes of the earlier clash still lingered faintly, yet no one paid attention to anything beyond that single, frozen point at the center.
Han Leu stood there with the boy firmly in his grasp, yet something about him felt completely off, as if the man they had been fighting alongside had completely changed into something else.
His hair had turned completely white, not aged and not drained of vitality, but unnaturally white as if color itself had been erased without reason.
His eyes burned a deep crimson, and the aura erupting from his body surged outward with such force that the ground beneath him began to crack, spreading fractures across the stone like it could no longer endure his presence.
