Helena's smile faded.
"...You're sure?"
"I don't joke about pocket realms exploding," I said flatly, narrowing my eyes at the subtle distortions spreading through the magical field.
"There's destabilizing mana at the edges. Someone tampered with the place."
Helena's expression turned grim. "It's meant to collapse on them."
"And take them all with it." I leaned over the railing slightly. "Including him."
She followed my gaze to Arthur—no, Adon—still fighting like a beast, unaware that his battlefield was a death trap.
"They wanted to wipe out Adon," she whispered. "Before he awakened fully."
"Any idea who would do such a thing?" I asked, looking at her.
Helena let out a soft curse. "I-I don't know…"
'If I remember correctly, it was the Michael family....'
To be more specific, the current heir of the family.
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'Well, they are desperate and stupid enough to try and erase gods before they fully bloom.'
