I Became the Martial God's Youngest Disciple

For a moment, Luke thought he had gone blind. Darkness thick enough to deceive the senses enveloped him.

Blindness...

Perhaps that wasn't entirely wrong. Though Luke hadn't lost his sight, , the world itself had been drained of light.

Meanwhile, laughter echoed from all directions.

The gnarled faces of ancient gray trees split like scars, erupting in unison into mad cackles. The darkness shrouding the forest dissolved, drawn inward, toward the heart of the forest. Then it took form, and those still alive bore witness.

An impossibly colossal entity loomed before them. The forest's towering trees, dozens of meters tall, didn't even reach half its height. A waterfall of black cloth draped its form, and a crown of white bones sat upon its head.

"Ahhh...!" Juan, bleeding profusely, burst into ecstatic laughter. "Ahop, my lord!"

Ahop slowly lowered its gaze. It didn't feel like a response to the name.

From the swirling darkness...