We were watching Reika and Reymond talk to each other when suddenly, a chilling sensation ran through my veins. A sensation that felt disturbingly familiar.
At the same time, a powerful gust of wind began to surge violently around the hall.
"What is happening?" I asked.
And then, I got my answer.
"Sorry for interrupting your happy moment. But this… is still not over yet."
Azul's voice echoed through the hall.
I turned my head and saw Azul standing there, his head tilted downward.
"He's not down yet? How many times do we need to beat this guy? He's like a cockroach!" Bob cursed.
The wind grew even stronger. It encircled Azul as his body slowly lifted into the air. The swirling wind turned pitch black, spiraling tightly as it merged with him.
Wooden panels were ripped from the walls. The chandelier above shook violently, its lights flickering as dust and debris were pulled toward the center of the raging gust.
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