C74 The Roar of His Ancestors the Unwillingness of His Soul!

In the depths of an underground cave that doubled as a prison, Zopyrus's white hair billowed as if caught in an unseen gale, and his black robe, reminiscent of a dark abyss, rustled without any wind. Gazing upon the cave filled with white bones, Zopyrus's knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground in despair.

Each skull bore the word 'Sin' etched deeply into the bone