The indigo clouds above the arena rolled like tides, occasionally flashing with silver lightning.
Maggs' eerie spider mask appeared even more sinister under the cloud's reflection.
Ever since his previous remark, he began sending isolated mental waves toward the opponent to prevent interference:
"Nari..."
His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, hiding an unfathomable danger underneath that calmness:
"Do you know? Seeing you now reminds me of events from a long, long time ago..."
Maggs' figure gently drifted in the air, each movement carrying a kind of hypnotic rhythm:
"Back then, despite the chaos, you were at least... safe. No one felt threatened by your existence, nor did anyone want to harm you."
As he spoke, a complex emotion reminiscent of nostalgia flickered in his eyes:
"But look at you now... you're going against the entire Abyss.
