C508 Needle Drop

On the bright moon in the willow trees, the old woman had also opened the so-called Darksteel Door. It was so relaxed that it was hard to describe it, so relaxed that it even made her feel uneasy.

"This is too quiet!" The old woman mumbled to herself. She held a long sword in her hand and used her perception to bind a young man with dishevelled hair tightly onto a chair in the room