A resonance—a resonance between New Kings—allowed the two to glimpse each other's "Throne Phantasm."
Rising beneath the feet of the British-looking young man on the street was a Black Stone Throne.
The throne's overall motif leaned toward "fingers."
Countless fingers had been carved from special black stone, making the young man appear to be seated amid a heap of fingers.
Thousands of throne-bearers crowded beneath it.
Their heads were wrapped in bandages, their features impossible to discern. In the posture of slaves, they supported the throne with their exposed spines.
The reason they carried the throne with their spines was that all their fingers had been severed.
The perspective shifted.
From the British young man's point of view.
A "Throne Phantasm" likewise rose beneath the mysterious young man's feet in the alley.
What slowly rose beneath Han Dong was a massive tombstone, carved with strange symbols whose meaning could not be understood. Though it did not resemble a throne, it constantly exuded an unusual King's Aura.
A throne embryo? It has not undergone any carving whatsoever... A newborn king?
The British young man immediately vanished from the street and appeared in the alley the next second.
After more than a year apart.
Neither of them had expected to reunite in such a manner.
"Demps, your throne actually looks like this... It seems quite complete already."
Rather than directly answering the question about his throne, Demps studied Han Dong from head to toe with astonishment in his eyes.
"I considered the possibility that you might gain a certain status in London City, perhaps even lay the groundwork for the Expeditionary Force to enter the city ahead of time, as you have now... But I never imagined that you would fall through the gate and reach the very bottom.
Even in the