Amid the chaotic battlefield.
After spending a little while clearing out the small fry around him.
Sensing that the thing clenched in his hand was growing increasingly restless.
Orsaga looked overhead.
On the other side of the spatial rift he had torn open earlier.
Another enormous figure had already drawn near.
Just as he was looking at the other party.
The other party was also watching him.
Even space-time itself could not obstruct their gazes.
Before long.
Without realizing it.
Orsaga smiled again.
A cruel smile...
"Come on."
"I'm getting a little tired of waiting..."
As his words rang out.
Under the influence of the Sole Dominator, the other party, who was already descending toward this place under the spell's pull, was forcibly made to descend faster.
Such behavior.
Made the anticipation in Orsaga's heart.
Self-evident.
And faced with Orsaga's "help."
The other party offered no resistance at all, calmly allowing Orsaga to do as he pleased.
Only once he had fully descended.
Did he, whose upper body resembled an armored werewolf and whose lower body was built like a scorpion, slowly speak:
"The Crimson King..."
"For you to drag me straight into the Abyss Blood Battlefield, Oster must have offered quite a hefty reward..."
There was a trace of regret in his words.
Regret that he had not joined his ally in killing Oster early on, and had instead let him find an opportunity to cause such a major incident.
Still, whatever his thoughts, he actually understood very well.
Even if he and his ally had truly joined forces to attack Oster, they might not have been able to do much to him.
Because...
He and his ally both valued their lives dearly.
They were unlikely to do something like drag their opponent straight into the Abyss Blood Battlefield