Chapter 145: Galaxias

A sinister young man cloaked in a blood-red robe, with an eerie and bewitching presence, stood before Owen. His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and a faint spiritual energy emanated from him—undoubtedly the aura of a Nirvana Sovereign. However, this aura, while genuine, seemed somewhat weakened. It was clear that this blood-robed youth was injured, and quite severely at that. "So, he's wounded. No wonder he's hiding out here in the Oblivion Wasteland," Owen thought to himself. He...