In the independent small space, invisible and transparent Void revealed traces like shattered mirrors.
The two figures sitting peacefully on their seats suddenly rose, surveying their surroundings.
"The spatial prohibition is about to collapse..."
Archiduo spoke softly.
"Hoo—"
Caroni exhaled lightly, powerful fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from him.
His originally heroic and rugged features became even colder and harder now, with a faint metallic silver luster blossoming between his naturally hanging fingers.
"These bastards from the Resurrection Society."
The two men didn't speak further, but the urgent and icy intent to kill spread like surging tides in all directions.
Behind them, Orian, whose complexion had returned to normal, also slowly opened his eyes, his expression firm and calm, ready for battle.
....
"Crack crack crack—"
In a space filled with a thick scent of blood, silver-white cracks emerged amidst the blood.
