Instead of continuing his plan to stop Reigh, the man atop the tree chose to deal with the people below him.
"Who are you?" he asked in an annoyed tone. "It's useless to activate the Nosee skill."
"I can see all of your silhouettes."
With a thin smile, the man beneath the tree returned the mockery elegantly. "Just like you, right?"
"Shameless bootlicker." His shoulders lifted slightly, "Do you think we can't see your Nosee?"
"This mockery?..." The man descended from the tree with his invisible body.
Clicking his tongue, *Tsk. "So it's that traitor, huh?"
His eyebrow lifted, sneering again. "Cyrn... Former vice commander..."
"Codename Nosay."
Cyrn chuckled, "Khehehe."
His face turned serious, "Don't call that again." His tone was scolding.
"So what do you want, vice commander?" Basion asked. "Is the game of hide and seek over?"
Cyrn stayed silent when he heard that.
Meanwhile, his subordinates began to feel enraged. "This brat is really full of himself." complained one of Cyrn's subordinates.
"Brat?. I'm older than you, old-faced one." Basion shot back.
"What did you say?!"
*Ctek. A finger snap was heard, coming from Cyrn's direction.
In an instant, everyone began to disappear from the forest area.
With a smile, Cyrn left behind some words. "You will become food for the Berserker I have long awaited." That voice began to echo in Basion's ears.
Basion felt insulted. "Do you think I'm weaker than him?" He spoke to empty air.
"You who can see talents should already know that I'm far stronger."
The space he occupied was now nothing but an empty white room without a single soul.
The atmosphere fell silent for several seconds.
His words were not answered.
Just as he began to let out a breath, "Haaa—".
"You think you can escape from my room?" The echoing voice appeared again.
"You, the Emperor's bootlickers, should be the ones who know best how dangerous I am."
"And... How terrifying a Berserker is when facing an enemy dozens of times stronger."
"Know your place."
"Know your place."
"You are merely 'Food' for the most feared being in all of Sezavield Rateil."
Basion began to realize it. "W—".
But it was already too late, his words were immediately cut off by the echoing voice. "Enjoy every second..."
"Enjoy every sensation... And..."
"Goodbye, my pitiful Nozer."
"Make it an entertaining spectacle."
"Entertaining."
"Entertaining."
Just as that voice vanished, a scream was heard from behind Basion. "WHERE IS THIS?!"
Basion, who had a quiet nature among the higher-ups of Quiet Guardian, now wore an extremely serious face.
There was no flat expression at all like when he was at headquarters or on duty.
"Looks like there's no other choice." He turned around with that serious face.
The only thing on his mind was one thing. "I will soon erase this mortal creature." His right palm tensed as if ready to grasp anything.
Seeing someone in front of him, the man's face before Basion was completely flat. "You're that observer, right?"
"Your name is Reigh, isn't it?" Basion asked, not answering Reigh's question.
"So Sorodi and Excuio are useless now too, huh..." he muttered inwardly.
Basion's palm kept moving tensely. He was ready to launch his first attack. "Attacks that rely on numbers are useless too." he thought to himself.
"Sealing?..."
"No." He shook his head slowly. "I'm not skilled in sealing."
*Tsk. "Can't contact outsiders either." He continued to wrestle within his thoughts.
"Hey! What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Reigh grumbled. He had been watching Basion shake his head over and over.
"Kalio." Basion muttered softly.
Reigh looked confused about what was happening.
Since he himself didn't see Basion's attack.
"What are you doing?" Reigh asked in confusion.
Basion stayed silent, not answering Reigh's repeated questions.
But at the same time. "E-Eh?…"
"Wh-Why is my body suddenly getting weak?…" Reigh thought to himself.
"Look at the color of your body slowly changing." Basion replied flatly, while preparing a follow-up attack.
"T-This?…"
Reigh's face grew even more confused, "Wh-Why are my hands turning pale like this?!" Reigh shouted.
"Of course."
Smiling slyly, "Because the blood in your body is only 10% left."
"Bastard!" Reigh muttered.
"Heal."
His eyes widened, because the color of his hands didn't change at all.
Basion chuckled at the sight, "Did you think your blood could be regenerated or healed?"
"Damn it!" Reigh could only grumble in irritation.
Guiver, who had been sleeping soundly all this time, now woke up when he sensed Reigh was in danger.
He could tell everything that was happening, because basically their memories were connected.
He immediately gave instructions to Reigh. "Cut your own body, it'll regenerate again later."
Hearing that, Reigh immediately took the two daggers at his waist.
He prepared to mutilate his own body.
His movements were very slow, due to the lack of strength.
He aimed both daggers at opposite sides of his neck.
With his eyes closed, he was already sure of what he had to do.
Seeing that, Basion smiled thinly. As if implying something.
"Steal." He said softly, right before Reigh cut his own head off.
"Eh?!" Reigh opened his eyes, when he didn't feel anything touching his neck at all.
"My skill is Stealing." Basion said half-muttering.
Looking up, "I can steal anything from my target…" Raising his index finger. "Just like…"
"Your current stats."
"You can't use any magic other than basic Skills or innate talents."
Hearing that, Guiver felt challenged. "Break your finger, kid."
Without many questions, Reigh broke one of his fingers. *Crack.
He showed no expression at all when the pain came.
Basion only watched.
"Try using Heal." Guiver added.
"Heal."
A few moments later,
"Wh-Why is the healing taking so long?" Reigh shouted in panic.
Basion nodded slowly when he saw that. "Hm…"
"Your basic Skills…"
"Berserker and Heal, huh…"
Smiling faintly, he began to sneer. "Even your basic Skills can only be used at 10%, you know."
Taking a stance, he prepared to fight with the two daggers stolen from Reigh.
His eyes narrowed. "Let's begin…"
"100% Vs Berserker 10%."
The view slowly drifted away from the two of them facing each other.
Behind the scenes, Cyrn and dozens of his elite subordinates were watching the fight between the two of them that was about to begin.
"Isn't that unfair, Cyrn?" Asked Nine, who was standing right beside Cyrn.
Even though Nine himself was Cyrn's subordinate, Nine was given a special exception to call him without an honorific title.
Cyrn just smiled, "Well…" While about to sip his tea.
His smiling face was reflected on the surface of the tea in his hand.
"That's exactly what I want the most." He replied in a heavy tone.
His eyes observed closely, "If he or Hgier can't handle that…"
*Crack. The teacup in his hand shattered before he even sipped it.
"He's not worthy of becoming Toodes."