"Escape..."
A single thought screamed wildly in his mind.
But to his horror, he discovered there was no escape.
The Order Divine Body's Gravity Field had already locked down this space.
Any attempt to break free would be forcibly dragged back.
He was like a fly caught in a spider's web—the more he struggled, the tighter it bound him.
"If you won't let me live, then I'll take you down with me!"
Edgar roared and slammed his hands together in front of his chest.
Dark purple patterns emerged from under his skin, transforming into countless Tentacles that writhed and expanded madly.
On the surface of the Tentacles, countless eyes opened.
Each eye reflected insane whispers and twisted illusions.
"Abyss... descend!"
He roared at the sky.
The Tentacles shot skyward, coalescing in mid-air into a blurry, dark purple phantom.
The phantom had no facial features, only a massive mouth that split its face from ear to ear.
