His complexion was so pale it was almost transparent, devoid of any trace of blood.
Aside from the suffocating magic power that emanated nonchalantly from him, when he sealed the space around the two of them, the surrounding atmosphere solidified at that moment.
As he stood there, an invisible terror radiated from him, making all living beings feel humble and helpless.
And once he moved, all sense of stability would shatter because of him.
The area was filled with profound light, countless black stars dancing within, like a realm that didn't exist in reality but could pierce the soul through living magic energy.
"A seventh-order Sealer? How come I haven't seen you before?"
As if sensing Lanci's gaze, the man turned to look at him.
His deep gray eyes were like bottomless abysses, capable of making one's soul gradually lose and sink.
Asksan smiled as he gazed at the two of them.
"..."
Sigrid glanced sideways at the immobile Lanci.
