Chapter 84: Off-Script
Marcus looked back up, his gaze flicking between the five constructs he’d summoned. Each one was starting to show cracks and damage from the relentless waves of enemies they’d been holding off. Fissures in their ethereal forms shimmered like broken glass under pressure, and their movements, once fluid and brutal, were now growing sluggish.
"Guess it’s time I should help back in the fighting, huh..." he muttered with a tired laugh, brushing soot from his forehead. He took a step forward—intending to leap into action—but his foot found no ground.
Only air.
"Wha—?"
The world dropped out from under him.
[Warning: Summon Killed]
[Warning: Summon Killed]
[Warning: Summon Killed]
[Warning: Summon Killed]
[Warning: Summon Killed]
With a startled yelp, Marcus plummeted through the space between layers of reality, his body twisting mid-fall as gravity pulled him toward a realm he hadn’t expected to enter—not like this. Below, two familiar figures stood watching: Cynthia, arms folded in practiced exasperation, and a tall blue-haired man radiating an almost divine pressure.