The air in the Command Center hung heavy as lead, as if an invisible pressure had crushed it to powder and left it unable to move.
Season Star's and Tiga Lingyu's pleas still echoed in Night Cherry Tangle's ears, but they could no longer sway him.
There was no trace of hesitation or doubt in his blade-sharp eyes. Only resolve as hard as steel burned within them.
His mind was wholly absorbed in the plan Dies Martin had just planted there—a plan as mad as it was precise.
Inside Bruno's body, Dies Martin watched the unshakable resolve in Night Cherry Tangle's eyes. A sly smile spread across his face like a venomous snake crawling out of the Abyss. "Good. I admire your courage. Remember, this chance will vanish like a shooting star. Night Lady's veil and my Deception can only fool those arrogant gods for so long. The moment you strike, whether you succeed or fail, every god will see you. And then..."
"I know what will happen."
Night Cherry Tangle's voice was chillingly calm as he slowly drew the Shadow Sword from his waist.
Its black blade seemed capable of swallowing all hope and light. Even the air was drawn greedily into its endless darkness.
Only the faintest thread of Shadow Energy flowed along its edge, like the cold gleam of a scythe in the God of Death's hand.
"Ye Luo..."
Season Star's voice caught in her throat like a nightingale held by the neck.
What could she say?
Stop him? That would mean giving up on the guild leader.
Wish him luck? That would feel like sending him to his death with her own hands.
Everything she wanted to say dissolved into silence.
Night Cherry Tangle turned to face each familiar person in the Command Center, his gaze