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"Bang—!"
"Bang—!"
Inside a hall of the Phil Empire's royal palace, accompanied by two dull thuds, Divin and Darachi were both thrown onto the floor. Yet neither made the slightest sound of pain.
The reason was simple. Darachi's hands had been completely broken, and he had long since passed out from the pain. His face was covered in tear streaks and snot, making him look utterly miserable.
But if Darachi could be described as miserable, then Divin's state was downright inhumane.
His clothes had been shredded beyond recognition, not a single part left intact. They looked even more like rags than a beggar's outfit. Countless bloodstains had already congealed on the torn clothing, and through the cracks in the blood-caked fabric, savage wounds were exposed to the air.
At that moment, Divin's face bore a dazed expression. Clearly, the pain had tortured him into numbness.
Every wound on Divin's body had been carved out by Yuzuru's 'Hurricane Knight (Raphael)—Elnahash (El Nahash)'!
Not only that, even Darachi's hands had been broken by Yuzuru!
One could only imagine how deeply Yuzuru hated Divin and Darachi for what they had done!
Seeing Divin and Darachi reduced to such a state, Via and Kaya, who were in the hall, sprang to their feet with a sharp intake of breath. Their eyes churned violently before they turned their gazes toward the two girls standing at the front of the hall.
Hinagiku and Mikoto!
Because the effects of the Illusion Magic Scroll were still active, Yekusaya had been knocked unconscious