Black Prison Castle.
The night enveloped this pitch-black world, as if a heavy chunk of iron, pressing down on every conscious soul.
Su Shijun stood before a tall floor-to-ceiling window in the castle, gazing at the shadowy outside world, her eyes slightly flickering. She felt as though she were staring at a primordial giant beast crouched under a black canopy, limbs sprawled wide, brazenly and arrogantly overlooking this land steeped in withering and death.
From the moment she stepped into this castle, up until now.
Yet at the same time, the witch could distinctly sense that the stifling desolation of the Black Prison was slowly fading. A vigorous, foreign vitality was gradually descending from the void, permeating the blackness and making this world increasingly 'lively.'
