Chapter 292: A Lost Traveler (1)

Ominous dark clouds covered the entirety of the twilight sky and cast everything into pitch blackness. 

Naught a person was in sight. 

Naught a single sound was uttered at this moment either.

Only a singular individual stepped through the thresholds of an elaborate labyrinth maze of thick thorn and thistles and found herself wandering and searching—not exactly for something, but someone instead.

There was a certain commotion that allowed her heightened awareness to understand that an intruder found itself in the confines of her domain without even presenting themselves to her. 

"Tch."

She yanked the edge of her long flowing gown from the root that stuck to her carefully prim and proper clothes as she finally located the trespasser in hand. She raised a glove hand to her face, the pinpricks of her teeth slightly pressing against the soft fabric.

The man was… otherworldly.