C462 Vaughn Is Dead

It was a bit too much to call it a source of light, but in fact it was a strange and complex power, a power of magic, of combat, of life and death.

This was the palace. In the huge space, there was a tall and sturdy Beamon sitting on the throne. His fur had turned black.

He was already dead. There was no normal life fluctuation on his body.

However, this Beamon had his eyes open