"You know, back in the Fermat Baha Dragon Court, there was a poor soul just like you, who thought he could achieve something relying solely on the chaotic knowledge within him... In the end, he left nothing for this world but devastation."
"Splashing sound..."
The torrential rain fell through the gate, cascading into the Demon Dynasty, landing on Fisher, whose body was continuously exuding dark mud, and on Agares in front of him, whose arm was tightly entwined by him, unwilling to release it. Though Agares's expression remained calm on the surface, only she knew that she was forced to expend substantial energy resisting the soul absorption sensation emanating from Fisher's dark mud.
She looked upward, noticing the prolonged silence from Barbatos, guessing that his battle with Elliog wasn't going well, and fearing there was no opportunity to bring that Dragon-man Species down.
