"Stop struggling, Ethan Zhang. It's all over now."
Sylvia Yan spoke as I felt my consciousness blur. I barely saw the black-tinged stone in her hand, pressing it against my chest. A cracking sound echoed—my Spirit Domain was crumbling, bit by bit.
In a daze, I opened my eyes. Emperor God and Sylvia Yan were standing in front of me, and all around, three figures stood—each shrouded in darkness, their forms completely obscured.
"Who... are you really...?"
Before I could finish, I coughed up a mouthful of black blood. I couldn't feel even a shred of strength, and my body was already being corroded by some unknown force.
"There's no need to struggle, Ethan Zhang. In three days, we will lead you into the darkness."
The figure in the center, cloaked entirely in black, spoke with a commanding voice.
"You're from the Dark Banquet."
I muttered, and the one in the center stepped forward.
"What about them?"