...It was difficult to put the monk's feelings at this moment into words.
The scene traced back through the Glazed Mirror should have been nothing more than a phantom, yet the thing within that phantom had shattered his mirror with a single finger—and injured him in the process.
One had to know that even among Mythical beings, he was considered one of the best. Coupled with the Glazed Mirror, which was itself Mythical, his true strength was far more than a simple one plus one.
But before that finger, he had been utterly powerless to resist.
Not only had the last Mythical Item he possessed been reduced to ashes with a tap, but he himself had suffered an extremely severe injury.
—Such a world-shocking method lay far beyond anything he could have imagined.
Looking at the stone below that had been traced back by his Glazed Mirror, the monk's face was deathly pale, and his entire aura was frighteningly listless.
That dining table, and that figure seated before it... just what kind of Eerie Thing had he provoked!?
"...What was that?"
Jing Yi frowned hard and spoke up at that moment.
Although she had not directly experienced that overwhelming power, having watched the entire process from the side, she could still clearly understand what it represented.
—Her strength was roughly equal to the monk's. Since he had been defeated so easily, the result would have been the same if she had been the one facing it.
"...I don't know."
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, the monk spoke quietly, not even sparing a thought for the Glazed Mirror that had already turned to ash.
"But I know one thing: the secret behind this is absolutely not something people like us can investigate."
"...Could something from deeper within