Chapter 204. Fyudor Alaris
"Guys... I-I’m not the only one feeling this, right?" Freya stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Unfortunately not, Freya. I’m sensing it too," Art replied, attempting a casual tone. "And let me tell you—it’s not exactly sunshine and rainbows over here."
But even as the words left his mouth, his voice cracked, betraying the forced bravado.
Art scoffed inwardly. ’And here I was, all cocky, thinking I’d just scoot off the moment things got dicey... He clenched his jaw. Idiot. Fucking idiot.’
At once something clicked in his brain, a thought which had barely left his mind. He turned on instinct, eyes searching through the thick, colorless dark. He wasn’t even sure which direction he faced anymore, but his mind was clear in its intent.
He was looking for Zyon.
And as if summoned by that silent desperation, Zyon’s voice rang out—calm, indifferent. "Yes. I’m immune to it. I already couldn’t harness mana, remember? This... doesn’t feel that different. I’ll carry you all out. One by one."
Art’s eyes lit up.
He snapped his fingers, a spark of genuine hope flickering for the first time. "Then what the hell are you waiting for?! Start with me!"
He didn’t even have to finish.
Zyon was already in motion.
A blur.