C511 Chasing after the Second Chance
"Crucible of Evil!"
On the precipice of Sword Island, a voice called out softly.
A long sword rested on the crossed legs of a figure who seemed to be slowly awakening from a dream.
Perched on a jutting stone platform on the cliff, his gray-white attire blended seamlessly with the rocks behind him.
At a glance, one might mistake him for an ageless boulder, immovable for millennia
