...
There was no mistaking it. That familiar, icy sensation was Pale Elegy.
At that moment, Lynch could do nothing. He couldn't even move a fingertip, forced to watch helplessly as a gaze that seemed to originate from the abyss pierced through the Netherworld Vortex.
The Bone Valor, which hadn't even finished crawling out, shattered to pieces with a series of CRACKS.
Then.
The gaze swept nonchalantly over him, and then over everything around him.
Sea Song reacted as if struck by a heavy blow. The color drained from her pretty face, and her delicate body trembled so violently she could barely stand.
The Elite Fishmen in the courtyard fared even worse, collapsing to the ground in unison. They didn't dare to move a muscle, lying as still as death.
Even the once-roaring bonfire instantly shrank to a tiny flicker, as if its very dance had frozen in place.
