"Regardless of our strength, you're not taking another step forward today!"
Seeing the situation turn ugly, Nanting Snow quickly spoke up to stop her two companions, who were on the verge of going berserk.
She took a deep breath, struggling to calm the raging storm in her heart. With a firm gaze, she looked directly at Beckett, trying to use her composure to defuse the explosive tension in the air.
"If a man knows what is good and does not do it, it is a sin."
Beckett seemed not to have heard Nanting Snow at all, simply muttering the phrase to himself in a low voice.
His voice carried a spine-chilling eeriness.
As if in slow motion, his long, pale, almost pathologically white fingers rose to his neck. He removed a Cross that shimmered with a mysterious, cold light.
In an instant, an invisible and powerful force violently twisted the air.
A bizarre ripple of energy erupted from Beckett, spreading frantically in all directions,
