Far beyond the crater, shadows stirred.
Emerging from the darkness, Gavardiol let out a breathless chuckle, his lips curling into a grin.
"We really were about to die back there, huh? Haha..."
From within the void, another figure stepped forward—V.
If not for Gavardiol's shadowmelding ability, both of them would have perished.
"So this... is the power of the Hollows. It rivals that of the Lords."
"..."
A storm of emotions brewed within the tyrant's gaze, an undeniable thirst for battle.
Yet, he knew the gap in power was insurmountable.
And V, the weakest among them, remained silent, fingers tightening around the hilt of his Moonlight Blade.
Nearby, Gavid Lindman emerged, his once-elegant coat now tattered.
Despite his disheveled appearance, he was unharmed.
Though his expression twisted into one of barely contained fury.
"Glad to see you all made it."
Mergo also reappeared, completely unscathed, carrying Laurence over his shoulder.
