"Shut your filthy mouth! I'm thinking of a solution. But if you continue screeching like a harpy, I won't mind letting you taste the silence first."
"Thinking of a solution? What can you think of—"
Mork's voice abruptly stopped.
In the corner of the Blood and Flesh Royal Court, the previously still shadow suddenly seemed to come alive, with strange ripples radiating around it.
It was not an illusion caused by flickering flames.
Because just as those ripples spread, an overwhelming pressure descended here without warning!
Edgar spun around sharply and saw a figure standing in the corner that had been empty just moments before.
It was an old man wearing a gray cloak.
He looked ordinary, like any village church night watchman, with even a set of old brass keys hanging from his waist.
Nevertheless, no one dared ignore his presence, especially "Soul Shatterer" Mork, who showed an ecstatic expression upon seeing him.
