"Luke! Luke! Get out here! I know you're in there!"
A roar brimming with divine power rang out within and beyond Silent City. Demons, angels, dwarves, humans, and bizarre creatures from the Nightmare world all looked up at the man wreathed in lightning in the sky, their eyes filled with admiration.
It had been a long time since they had seen anyone dare make such a racket in Silent City.
No matter how proud, unruly, cunning, or chaotic a demon might be, once inside Silent City, it would become a law-abiding, well-behaved child. Countless predecessors had used their blood and tears to establish the ironclad rules later arrivals had to follow.
It did not matter if you were stupid or naturally inclined toward chaos.
Even if you were a madman or a brainless creature of chaos, as long as you paid a price, you could experience long-lost peace and unprecedented clarity of thought in this city.
A bold man who dared call the City Lord by name like this was virtually unheard of in recent years, even in their memories. Only during Silent City's early chaotic days had such people appeared every so often.
"Luke!..."
Thor's voice abruptly cut off. The crackling lightning around him vanished into thin air, and Thor cried out as he plummeted freely from the sky.
All the divine power in his body had been forcibly severed by some force, and the Power of Thunder he had wielded as easily as his own limbs was shoved back into his body. The howling wind tore past him, slapping against his cheeks. Watching the ground rush closer and closer, Thor instinctively shut his eyes, mentally preparing himself for impact.
Then a hazy Light Screen unfolded beneath him. Thor fell straight into it and landed with a smack on