C1933 The Style of the Master of the End

"Ozrut, right?" Lo Chuan reclined in the plush chair, his right fist propping up his cheek as he gazed at the figure before him.

A massive eyeball, nearly five meters across, hovered in front of Lo Chuan, exuding a pressure so intense it felt tangible. Ozrut was reminded of his encounters with the Master of the End; the divine power was truly beyond the reach of mere mortals.

"Yes