The Only Cursed Spirit Caller

"Bang!"

After a collision between a warped spatial curtain and a Cursed Energy Shockwave, both Uro Sakurako and Ishiryuu stopped fighting. They allowed themselves to be blasted away by the shockwave, opening up some distance between them.

Their gazes simultaneously fell on the young man. Watching him drive a fist crackling with black lightning into Duroff and kill him in one blow, their expressions stiffened slightly, and their eyes widened in unison.

"Duroff... is dead?"

With that as their only thought, their first reaction was disbelief.

Someone capable of standing on equal footing with them had died so suddenly at Riezel's hands. It certainly came as a shock to Uro Sakurako and Ishiryuu.

But once the shock passed, the two of them arrived at the same thought.

"This is troublesome..."

Yes, troublesome.

Because Duroff's death would awaken someone they did not want to face directly.

"Hmm?"

At the same time, Riezel, who had killed Duroff with one punch and claimed the five game points he had contributed, had yet to retract his fist when he sensed something unusual in the atmosphere.

It was an atmosphere that made his skin prickle and threatened to make him vomit.

It was like ugly insects buried in the soil, writhing their slimy bodies as they slowly burrowed out of the ground, causing intense psychological discomfort.

"What is this?"

As he withdrew his fist and raised his eyes, the sight before him made him freeze.

This was a dark space no one could enter.

There was nothing within it, only darkness that seemed to stretch endlessly.

The darkness was strange. It was wriggling slightly, as though it were alive, radiating a nauseating sensation.

Then, amid that disgusting, writhing darkness, a pair of eyes suddenly opened.

What kind of eyes were they?

First of all,