"Leave, Roger."
"Leave the rest to me."
Fasco's face was as calm as water, then he drove a dagger as transparent as a gemstone into the ground beneath his feet.
The earth trembled and quickly returned to normal, while the dagger Fasco had thrust disappeared without a trace.
Hamza's heart was exposed, yet Roger attempted to attack several more times only to be repelled by an invisible force.
"What are you doing?"
Hamza didn't detect any strange energy, but soon his face changed slightly as the tremor grew and spread across the entire space. It even reverberated outward, connecting to the far reaches of the void, incredibly far away.
One place, two places, three places...
"What is this?" Roger's voice echoed in Fasco's mind.
"This is my last resort, the Dragon Tooth of the Primordial Dragon."
"Seize the moment and escape now."
Fasco's gaze was firm, having already cast aside life and death.
