The Possessor of gods Chapter 25

In the pitch-black night, stars were dotted in the sky, and neither of the two people who had just come out of their dreams felt sleepy at all.

The palace, with white as the base and gold accents, is pitch black at night, like a deserted haunted house without anyone living. The pointed roofs are neatly arranged from left to right. They should look solemn and exquisite, but at this time they are a bit seeping. Because it is obviously so big, but yet so empty.

The dark creatures in the palace moved quietly and started doing their own work. Groups of egg-sized black fur balls rolled from here to there, cleaning up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground. Ordinary vines hanging on the walls, half-opened flower bones picked from the garden and placed in vases throughout the palace, add a bit of lively color to the deserted palace.

The Lord they respected and worshiped sat at the highest point of the temple, cold and lonely. He looked at the endless darkness around him and glanced at a faint light of fire in the distance.

Lu Xisel recalled himself in the dream, the once gentle, sunny and innocent self. The recurring dreams are based on his memories, because only in this way can we weave the most authentic memories that he cannot doubt. But from the bottom of his heart, he believed that the person he was before was long dead. When Anna and the others died, and when they were betrayed by their companions, the person who grew up in the sun had already died in the darkness.