Pranay Martinez's bones, they're not ordinary steel, but rather fused within the skeleton.
In other words, it's impossible for them to rust.
Surely, the Prophet must have done something to them, causing those swords inside him to change.
"City Lord, we shall capture that person immediately!" One of the Marthew Abernathys pointed at the rear door, speaking angrily.
"No need, he must have a reason to leave if he's thinking of plotting against me." Pranay Martinez shook his head.
The urgent issue now is how to solve this problem, not to chase the uncatchable Prophet.
"Send Hill Leocadia away, our Skilid City needs to temporarily vanish for a while to help me resolve this issue." Pranay Martinez clenched his fists, his eyes filled with indescribable hatred.
"Even the little brat wants to cooperate with me? Wishful thinking."
Boom!
He smashed his fist onto the ground and slowly closed his eyes.
Outside Gonzalez City.
Trent Marsh sat cross-legged in the forest.
