"... So it's ether?!"
"Ether?!" Rolandar, having never heard of this term, was taken aback for a half-second before hurriedly asking, "What is that?"
"The power of the Deceitful Fog... Maybe he's a Madman, maybe it's just a coincidence, but no matter what it is, you'd better deal with the immediate trouble first."
The whispers from the void tossed the words indifferently and then disappeared from his Sea of Consciousness once more.
Urgos rarely engages in direct conversation with his followers, for they are all his sacrifice. He does not care about their victory or defeat, only about what kind of pleasing offering they can bring him.
Rolandar did not dare to delay because, in his moment of hesitation, the "doppelganger" standing in the Holy Light had already cast a spell at him.
The whistling light shot toward him like lightning, swiftly intercepted by the sound of his piano, but then bone spears rained down upon his spine.
"Whoosh—!"
