Chapter 255

Chapter 255: Gathering (8)

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󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄂say it is common sense to ask permission before entering someone else’s home, but even knowing there was no helping it in such a special situation, Ria habitually looked around, searching for the owner of the tent.

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Judging ‍​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍󠄂󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄂by the circumstances, and by the outer hide that had not been touched by time unlike the house owner lying beside him, it was definitely Ran.

Fortunately, ‍​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍󠄂󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄂he did not seem to be hurt anywhere.

She did not know whether he was asleep or unconscious, but judging from his chest rising and falling peacefully, it meant he was not in a state she needed to worry about.

However, that also meant the one naturally lying beside him, who seemed to be the owner of the tent, was the leader of the Werewolf pack.

Certainly, even at a glance, he was large enough to be clearly different from the other Werewolves.

If she saw him alive and moving in person, she felt she would be even more overwhelmed.

Ria was certain that if he opened his eyes, and if their eyes happened to meet, she would need to summon a great deal of strength just to keep standing on two legs as she was now.

No matter how much she had grown somewhat used to monsters, directly facing the leader of a pack seemed to be another matter, because Ria felt her body tremble with tension beyond her will.

The fact that the Werewolf who had suddenly become an accomplice in her home invasion did not seem much different protected Ria’s pride a little.

“What on earth is this......”

Seeing him unable to close his mouth as he circled the leader and Ran, Ria even felt her heart calm down for some reason.

“Calm down. Unless you want to see that person throw up the moment she wakes.”

Ria gave advice, pointing with her chin to the woman who still had not regained consciousness.

Only then did he stop circling and retreat two steps, wary as if Ran and Archie, who could not even get up, might leap at him and bite him at any moment.

Perhaps because this was a group with a fairly firm hierarchy, or perhaps simply because he feared Archie, he did not seem inclined to carelessly attack an opponent who had not even opened his eyes.

Seeing that, Ria guessed Mona and Archie must have had quite a special relationship, and behind her, one arm fumbled past her and came forward.

Since she knew the owner of the hand was Alec, Ria obediently handed the greave to him.

As if his vision and breath opened at once, he let out a sigh and immediately turned his body toward the Werewolf.

“If you were going to be that frightened, why did you bluff earlier about killing him or not killing him?”

“You said you would kill him?”

Ria’s eyes immediately flashed wide.

Considering that the Werewolf had attacked as soon as they met, it was not exactly information she could not believe.

“If what you said is true, and that bastard truly has that much value, there will be no need to kill him.”

The Werewolf spoke as if he had nothing to be ashamed of, and put strength into the hand holding the woman.

As if protecting her from Archie.

Looking at him, Ria could not help thinking of Naria.

Both were truly terrible when it came to the humans they cherished.

Was life something one could stake that easily? Enough to make her question, at least once, the priorities she had assigned to life while living until now.

Perhaps because they pulled all their nerves and hearts into one thing, they could not see anything else around them.

Well, it was not something humans who had lined up to offer their carefully cherished lives to god could judge.

And if the order of this world became completely twisted, and the dignity of god rolled across the floor, perhaps far more humans would lose their minds.

Whether such a blasphemous world would come or not would all depend on that person’s hands.

Ria approached him, who was sleeping with quite a comfortable face for someone bearing such a heavy mission.

He looked deeply asleep.

Fortunately, he did not seem to be having a nightmare either.

She considered pinching his annoyingly smug face once, but Ria decided to choose a more refined method.

Because judging by the Werewolves’ reactions, he too must have suffered quite a bit inside, and she thought that if he could at least take some rest like this, that would not be bad either.

The fact that, unlike last time, he had not vanished right before her eyes gave her relief by providing a compromise point with an extremely low standard.

Instead, Ria grabbed Ran’s shoulder and shook him roughly with a little emotion.

“Ran, wake up. You didn’t tell me finding you would be this hard, did you?”

But even at the call mixed with gladness and complaint, Ran did not open his eyes.

Has exhaustion piled up? Even so, can he fall this deeply asleep?

“Ran, I said open your eyes! Put off sleeping until later!”

This time, she used enough strength for his head to shake, but Ran’s eyes still showed no sign of appearing from beneath his eyelids.

Only then did Ria vaguely realize this was not simple sleep.

Right, it had been like this when they got rid of the first holy object too.

He had suddenly bled, then vanished like dust, then appeared again, then vanished again however he pleased.

She had briefly forgotten that just because he had a perfectly fine form in front of her eyes did not mean she could feel relieved, nor should she feel relieved.

Flustered, Ria grabbed his body and raised him, but Ran still did not so much as twitch.

“No, you can’t reassure people with a perfectly fine face and then stab them in the back like this! Don’t tell me you’re in danger this time too?!”

This time, while Ria was slapping Ran’s cheek with a hand full of pure worry, the Werewolf approached from behind her.

“Do not tell me he is dead?”

“Don’t say ominous things! Who died?!”

Alec, who had suddenly heard Ria’s shout right beside him, hurriedly covered his ears with both hands, then grabbed the greave again.

Ria seized Alec’s hand wavering in one corner of her vision and pulled it hard.

To be more precise, it would be right to say she pulled the greave that Alec’s hand was holding.

Alec let out a short scream at the merciless strength, but it did not reach Ria’s ears.

Right, they had the holy object.

She had been told that with Ran’s blood and the holy object, they could proceed.

Drawing blood from Ran, who was not even armed, was not difficult.

But would that allow Ran to regain consciousness?

Would it not instead make the situation worse?

She could not find her bearings.

Unable to understand what on earth she should do, Ria hesitated.

And even after that, unable to reach a conclusion, all Ria could do was place the holy object she had lifted high onto Ran’s chest.

Thinking that if it at least pressed down heavily, perhaps he would open his eyes after being exhausted from whatever nightmare he was having.

It was not as if she had truly made such a curse, nor had she expected such an effect.

But every event in the world always has a way of letting power that works in an unexpected direction produce an unexpected effect.

This unreasonable truth flaunted its power as an impact, as if the entire tent had shaken, struck the tent.

“What just happened? Surely this didn’t happen just because we touched this a little, right?”

Alec looked at Ria as if he wanted to let go of the greave at once, if he could.

Ria, who had been about to offer some kind of excuse, had no choice but to close her mouth as she was.

Because the body beneath her hand was slowly beginning to rise.

Alec, startled, tried to retreat, but because Ria was holding his hand, he only ended up falling on his backside.

Though that sight ought to have been quite funny, the Werewolf who opened his eyes only looked at Alec without much emotion.

Thinking she had not known that dry gaze, which held no mockery but did not show any particular concern either, could reassure a person this much, Ria welcomed her returned companion.

***

Fatigue, as if I had dreamed twenty years’ worth of nightmares all at once, covered my entire body.

Meaning, it felt absolutely horrible.

My body was so heavy that I wondered if this was what it felt like to experience sleep paralysis.

The pain of my whole body being crushed by something heavy, different from the pain of being beaten, even felt somehow unrealistic.

“Ran! Are you conscious?!”

If not for Ria’s voice piercing through my muffled ears, I might have remained trapped in the aftertaste of the nightmare a little longer.

Besides, the belated stinging pain in both cheeks made me realize that not only my mind, but even my body had properly returned.

“Thanks to you, I’m wide awake. Just how many times did you slap my cheeks?”

“You were lying there like you were dead! Even after hitting you like that, you didn’t budge at all!”

Though she spoke as if bursting with frustration, she must have been rather worried, because a faint fear still remained on Ria’s face.

It was enough to make me feel sorry for answering lightly, since it truly had not been something I could die from.

“I was only sleeping a little deeply. It wasn’t anything that would threaten my life.”

Feeling somehow embarrassed, I quickly finished explaining and grabbed the greave still placed on my body.

When I looked around because it somehow felt like there were too many attached hands, Alec, who had been quietly placing his hand on top of the holy object behind Ria, awkwardly poked out his head.

“If I do not keep my hand on this, I cannot see ahead.”

If that was the case, then there was no helping it, but I could not help the fundamental question of why he was here in the first place.

The same went for that Werewolf glaring at me from several steps away.

However, rather than asking about each of these circumstances one by one, destroying the holy object came first now.

“In any case, you worked hard carrying such an unsettling object here safely. Now all that remains is to grab that bastard and get rid of this......”

I turned my head toward Archie, who had somehow raised himself and was looking at me in a crooked posture.

The bastard, who had probably regained consciousness around the same time as me, looked to be in worse condition than me at a glance.

Besides, whether the long, long nightmare had drained him badly, or whether he had not escaped the aftertaste of the nightmare, much of the fierceness he had shown before had diminished.

Whether his energy was drained, or his venom had drained away, there was nothing bad for me if he became docile.

“You’ve probably noticed by now, but what I’m doing isn’t bad for you or Adol.”

Even at the words I tossed out as a test, the bastard did not particularly refute me.

It was not as if he answered either, though.

“What matters now is your will. If you’ll trust me and cooperate, you just have to stay still. If not...... then change your mind. There’s no other choice.”

Somehow, it had become a statement that there was only one option, but this time too, Archie did not show much reaction.

At a glance, he seemed to have laughed as if air had leaked out, but it ended so briefly that I could not know.

“Fine. Do whatever you want. I know well enough now that I can no longer do anything to you with my strength.”

The bastard, speaking like a tiger whose teeth had fallen out, obediently closed his eyes.

I could not shake the feeling that I was cornering a sick animal, but since the other party had even agreed, there was no reason for me to refuse either.

I reached my hand toward Archie, who sat quietly.

And it was the moment my hand was about to touch the bastard’s neck.

A vibration that could not be ignored shook the entire tent.

It was an impact that could only be explained as an earthquake, but the probability of tectonic movement suddenly happening like this, and of all times, right now, was not very high.

Because of that, I, who had nearly ended up choking Archie, barely managed to keep my hand on his neck and looked around.

And soon, my eyes met Ria’s as she looked around uneasily.

The moment our eyes met, Ria hurriedly opened her mouth as if something had come to mind.

“This might be because of me. Earlier too, as soon as I put the holy object down on Ran’s body, the inside of the tent shook like this. I thought it happened because the holy object was causing trouble again. Like the flood last time, I thought it was just a small side effect.”

Ria added in a voice that seemed to crawl inward and rolled her eyes uneasily.

But the next moment, an impact as if the entire ground were shaking struck us, proving that this was not a small side effect, but the beginning of another incident.

***

The moment he set foot inside the dim cave, Renin realized that he had been deceived again.

It was clear that he had been beautifully fooled not only by the crazy bastard of the Piteos family, but also by the insolent brat Piteos had let go.

The claim that he needed a Werewolf’s help to pass through the passage had been a blatant lie, and the old man who had once been Piteos stopped walking the moment he entered the cave.

“You bastard is worse than a bug. Are you playing games with me right now? Move at once, will you?”

Renin roared, but Jing merely stood silently in place like a doll whose spring had unwound.

Renin, who had at first thought he had deliberately stopped in place and was being stubborn, soon realized Jing had truly lost consciousness.

Renin felt his head grow numb.

Now all he had left was one useless Werewolf and the old Piteos who had become luggage.

Renin had no choice but to drag Jing through the cave.

It was enough to make his insides burst, but he could not kill Jing either.

Jing was still a card he needed when threatening the black-haired ruffian.

At the shame of being ignored by a mere dog of the Piteos family, Renin’s eyes flushed red.

Renin could no longer maintain patience, nor did he feel any need to.

Jing, too, had not known it would turn out like this, and his mind had merely been sucked into a nightmare beyond his own will, but there was no way Renin could know that. Even if he had known, it would not have been any of Renin’s concern.

Renin merely wanted to release the rage surging up inside him somehow.

“Fine. As long as he remains alive, it does not matter.”

Renin muttered quietly and pointed at Jing’s shoulder with his finger.

He thought that if a hole opened in his shoulder, perhaps he would open his eyes.

The power that flowed out along his finger became fast-moving air like a sharp arrow and pierced Jing’s shoulder.

Contrary to Renin’s expectation that Jing would react to the pain at least, Jing still stood motionless as if broken.

But every event in the world always has a way of letting power activated in an unexpected direction produce an unexpected effect, so instead of immediately giving Jing pain, the power he used caused a great change in the darkness covering the cave, and further, in Archie’s tent inside the darkness.

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