The illusory figure sitting on the throne of white bones seemed like the ruler of darkness, exuding terrifying might and power as though omnipresent.

“Who is he?”

When she spoke, her voice had a unique charm and was as mysterious as the night. 

Vaguely, the illusory figure transformed into a woman. Her hair was bunched together in a high bun and secured with a black wooden phoenix hairpin. She looked very young with fair, soft skin and her blue eyes had a detached indifference seen only with superiors. 

She was dressed in a gorgeous, tailored black formal robe that accentuated her slender and perfect figure. On the pinky of her fair right hand was a black gemstone ring. The ring was jet-black like eternal darkness and it resembled an open eye. 

The Queen of Darkness. 

The woman, who was an integration of elegance, beauty and nobility, exuded a solitary and vacant aura of darkness. 

It was a kind of darkness that seemed capable of devouring souls and sinking everything including time. 

It was just that, in the eyes of the old man, all he saw was a graceful...