Chapter 582: The Demon King of Incarceration (3)
[Ciel.]
The voice did not echo in the ears like a clamor but was etched directly into the mind. Ciel had been retrieving Javel from the throat of a member of the Black Mist when the voice echoed in her mind. She was startled and looked up into the sky.
At the center of the gloomy sky hung the castle of the Demon King of Incarceration, Babel. To Ciel, this voice was nothing less than a revelation. Because this voice belonged to Eugene who had ventured into Babel, and her god was delivering a prophecy to her. It was clear what this revelation called for. Without hesitation, Ciel immediately stepped back.
"Is it Eugene?" Cyan asked while quickly approaching her.
Ciel nodded and closed her eyes. Cyan wiped the blood smears from his cheek with the back of his hand while standing guard near Ciel. It wasn’t just Cyan who had made a move. Others moved similarly. Gilead and the Knights of the White Lion formed a protective circle around Ciel.
Crackle.
A black current flowed around her left eye. After taking a few deep breaths, Ciel opened her eyes again.
Fwoosh!
A dark sphere appeared in the sky where her gaze lay. A rough and large hand emerged from inside the sphere before stirring the air several times. Soon, arms as thick as tree trunks and shoulders as solid as rocks followed, and then—