Mystic Darkness!"
A wave of ominous energy burst forth.
It felt as if the entire world had been swallowed by darkness.
Draco's surroundings turned pitch black, as if night had descended upon reality itself.
And then, in the midst of the abyss—he saw something truly shocking.
There were multiple figures of dark-colored foxes, each with seven dark fox tails. The problem was their sheer number—reaching a hundred in total.
What shocked him was the fact that their aura was not weaker than that of Romans, making him wonder just how overpowered this skill was.
The foxes didn't just stand there—they moved, striking at Draco. But when Draco saw this, he didn't feel fear—only excitement. He moved forward and punched one of the foxes.
To his surprise, his fist passed right through it as if it were an illusion, and at the same time, the abyss around him vanished.
Romans, who saw this, squinted his eyes. "You don't have any fear in you?" he asked in shock.
