All heads turned to the sky. There, Egologia descended slowly, his crimson wings spread wide. On his shoulder, he carried a lifeless body—Gamora. His feet touched the ground, and he advanced slowly before throwing Gamora's corpse in front of them.
"Dead? Who is he?[Morgan]
Claude whispered to himself. "As I expected... that amulet belonged to him."
But what truly shocked him wasn't that. It was what Egologia said next.
"Or rather... I killed him."
Darmin, the Magins, even Morgan himself stood frozen, unable to comprehend what they had just heard.
"You killed him? Who are you?"
Egologia continued walking, his voice calm but laced with an edge.
"Me? Just a newly joined guard."
Then, in a colder tone, he added, "As for killing him? Well, I crushed him like a tank."
Morgan raised an eyebrow, then began to advance slowly. The golden aura around him began to glow, rising like a blazing sun, obscuring everything behind him.
