At the outskirts of the Lost Tower, on the edge of the dark Forest, the atmosphere was tense and ready to erupt.
Lynch and Alfred stood separated by an invisible boundary—the edge of the residual energy of the Purgatory Magic Array, quietly staring at each other. The air was filled with a strong scent of blood, the lingering breath of the Death Rule, and a more dangerous tension stemming from the fateful entanglement between the two.
Alfred, who had always been vigilant in the shadows, appeared in such a dramatic manner, and cleanly dealt with Cyrus at the outset. This truly surprised Lynch, raising his alertness to the highest level.
Alfred's grey eyes seemed to pierce through the human heart. He curved his lips into a knowing arc, breaking the silence first: "What's wrong? Judging by your expression, it seems you're very surprised by my appearance?"
