The hall descended into absolute chaos.
For a single moment after the unknown merchant crushed the skulls of two royal knights with his bare hands, everyone stood frozen. Blood dripped from his fingers, staining the polished royal floor beneath him, while that horrifying wave of corrupted mana spread across the palace like a suffocating storm.
The sheer pressure alone stunned nearly every guest.
Even Priest Paul himself was visibly shaken.
But only for a moment.
Because then—
He remembered.
The words his superior had once told him.
That there would be one hidden among them. A secret member of the Vassel whose identity even they would not know. Someone watching from the shadows.
Priest Paul's mechanical hand clenched tightly.
His expression darkened.
So this is that person...
Then there is no point in hiding anymore.
His voice thundered throughout the wedding hall.
"FOR ABYSSALS!!!"
Instantly, the entire atmosphere shattered.
