On the ruined grounds of the temple, darkness thickened beneath Frey Starlight's feet .. his shadow looked different.
With the Nameless mask now fixed over his face… the aura around Frey shifted completely.
Zibar was no longer smiling.
The Upper Tenth-Rank Demon was anything but foolish; he instantly understood that Frey was the one in control, not Nameless.
Yet even so, Zibar did not dare underestimate what he was facing.
That black mask was terrifying for beings like him.
Zibar stared at Frey for a moment before glancing toward Abraham.
The latter remained exactly as he was—an emotionless killing machine, his entire focus locked onto a single command:
Destroy Frey Starlight.
Zibar then lowered his gaze to himself.
"This time… I'm at one hundred percent of my power. I have the Katarina Armor. And we prepared for everything. Even if Nameless comes out again, we'll suppress him here."
