Andriel's appearance was not as evil and bizarre as his spells; instead, he was quite handsome.
His skin was very pale, his eyes and hair both a dark green color, emitting a faint luminescence, like the seaweed growing in the endless, serene deep-sea, or like ghost flames burning in the graves at night.
Andriel stood in the grey void, his pure black magic robe spreading out like the night, his whole being emanating an evil, cold, and overbearing aura.
At this moment, around the four grey-white stone pillars, there were at least dozens of wizards gathered, but all of their auras were suppressed by him alone, causing them to feel as though they were standing at the foot of a mountain, looking up at the peak.
Everyone looked at Andriel with unsightly expressions; in the Ancient Fairy City, more than twenty of the grey-white stone pillars representing the thirty-two genius seats had been activated.
