At the same time, the voice of the Lord of the Mist rang in Roger's ears.
"Quite unexpected, it's actually the two of you who came."
"But it seems you have reached some sort of cooperation. I should really be ashamed for you, as we are merely passersby here, but you have already abandoned your own homeland!"
"However, it doesn't matter. The fact proves that I am correct, and I will bring your lives along with the whole plane back with me."
"You will be buried in your own homeland, which is the greatest mercy I can leave for you!"
There was no imagined army pressing in, nor any so-called probing; in the final battle, the number of ordinary Transcendents was almost meaningless.
The figure of the Lord of the Mist appeared, wearing standard armor, with a shield in his hand, the Sun Mark on it blindingly bright.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
