In the midst of this scorching standoff, Louis always stood at the center of the team.
He could feel that something was taking shape deeper within the Holy City.
The aura instinctively filled him with disgust, yet it precisely triggered the resonance of the Primordial Heart.
Louis murmured to himself: "Sure enough... everything here also extends from there."
He stepped forward, directly crossing the edge of the shield that Weir was desperately maintaining.
A brief confusion arose at the rear of the line.
"Lord Louis!"
Weir turned abruptly, the Fighting Energy shield violently oscillating: "It's too dangerous up ahead, I..."
"You stay here." Louis's voice came through the protective mask, with no emotional fluctuation.
He just calmly took that step, walking out of the absolute defensive circle that the crimson shield could cover.
Weir's pupils contracted suddenly: "My Lord—!"
