Chapter 83: Survival
With the world frozen in time, and Spirit walking toward Daylan with fury flooding his eyes, it felt like Daylan’s life was about to end. But before Spirit could reach him, someone else burst into the room.
His eyes were white like snow, and his hair was unbelievably pale—like a dreamy cloud. It looked soft and cozy, and hovered gently as if untouched by gravity. His body appeared young, yet his skin was pitch black, like charcoal.
Spirit’s attention immediately shifted toward them as Pry also entered the room. The moment she stepped in, her cat form dropped to the floor, and an illusion emerged from its body.
A woman’s face appeared—pitch black, wrapped in white feathers, with chains tightly coiled around her body and her arms crossed over her chest. Her blonde hair flickered in the air. She looked no different from a prisoner.
"Blind Prophet," she said with a warm voice, turning to him. They exchanged a nod.
In an instant, metallic crosses dropped from thin air, slamming into the ground and cracking it as they formed a circle around Spirit. His eyes darted wildly, and his head snapped around in confusion.
Blind outstretched his hand toward him, and chains—identical to the ones wrapped around Pry—shot out and coiled tightly around Spirit, slamming him to the floor. Moments later, a pink gas sprayed from the crosses surrounding him.
It lasted no more than ten seconds before everything returned to normal. The world resumed its rotation, and time began to move once again.
Daylan’s eyes danced with confusion. Just a second ago, Asaemon had been in front of him—now he was lying in the middle of metallic crosses, bound tightly.
Using what little strength he had, he turned his head to the left and saw Pry approaching in her cat form. Blind stood at the entrance in his usual form, arms folded across his chest.
"What the fuck is going on?" he murmured.