At the commanding tone of Consul Goredolf, a small change came over the little battlefield in the middle of the street.
Angel, who was emitting deadly pathogens but confining them to her immediate surroundings and the area around Amon in front of her, suddenly discovered that the space around her had been partitioned off. She could still see Amon, Klein, and his Marionette, but neither disease nor petrification could affect them at all.
Klein and his Marionette had been confined together, encountering something similar to Angel. Even Flaming Jump and swapping places with his Marionette were restricted to a tiny area around him.
The blond, blue-eyed Amon, whose brass monocle in his right eye socket had already cracked, lowered his raised hand and fixed his gaze on the Consul nearby. He had just tried to circumvent the prohibition against theft by taking rather than borrowing, intending to strip the Demoness of her most important ability—disease. Instead, he discovered that he, too, had been isolated and could no longer affect anyone else.
As for the members of the "One of a Kind" club, they suddenly found themselves on another street in the East Borough, over a thousand meters away from Sassen Street.
These innocent victims had all been "exiled" from the battlefield in a special way!
Recalling the various abilities that had appeared during that brief chaos, and the fierce exchanges they could not understand, these Beyonders, whose years of peaceful living had almost erased their combat instincts, only belatedly felt a trace of fear.
Within her partitioned section of the battlefield, Angel stopped using her disease ability, allowing the pathogens surrounding her, unable to spread, to vanish rapidly. Like everyone else, she turned her gaze toward the Consul, whose short brass-colored hair, pale golden eyes, and fleshy face bore