Farak has practiced the magic of light for many years. He knows the difficulty in calling and controlling the two elements of light and dark. He can't control them at will with the force of human beings. It's amazing to be able to imitate them, let alone the imitations. He shivered his lips and said slowly: "you Who is holy? "

"no, I hate sacredness." The man shook his head, the dark fierce wolf in front of him with the black smoke all over his body came to the public's eyes in an instant. Before the monks could return to their senses, they were strangled by the cold teeth of...