Castorice's words made everyone look up at the black-robed swordsman in uncertainty. The swordsman silently examined them as well.
Beneath his hood, he wore a strange mask. Like Acheron, he seemed shrouded in mystery.
"No demigods..."
"Leave now, or—die!"
That strange, heavily masculine voice rang out, and Castorice hurriedly stepped in front of Stelle, warily watching the black-robed swordsman.
Yet Acheron was delighted rather than alarmed.
"Hahaha, I can feel it. You're strong!"
"Come, let the Mad King of Acheron battle you!"
Acheron excitedly charged forward. He moved so fast that the others had no time to react—except Theresa and Acheron.
Acheron looked at Theresa, who shook her head.
"Let Acheron test him first. If even he gets taken down, then you can go, Acheron. I'll set up a Binding Barrier then, so Nihility won't affect anything outside it."
Theresa's words made Acheron nod as she watched Acheron clash with the black-robed swordsman.
Boom—!
Acheron's flame-wreathed fist slammed into the greatsword the black-robed swordsman had raised to block.
"Hm?"
Feeling the immense force behind Acheron's punch, the black-robed swordsman was startled.
"Quit making such a fuss. Come on—!"
"Hahaha—!"
Acheron unleashed a frenzied barrage of punches at the black-robed swordsman. With a thought, the swordsman summoned five gray clones that resembled him closely—clones known as Broken Vessels.
The black-robed swordsman, the Flame Reaver, joined forces with the five Broken Vessel clones to besiege Acheron.
"Brother Acheron, do you need help?"
Seeing Acheron surrounded, Stelle hurriedly called out.
"Don't mind me! Come on! Let me see whether you'll be crushed beneath me!"
Acheron's words left everyone with no choice but to watch. Theresa pulled out a table and some golden melon seeds, and everyone immediately sat down in chairs to snack and watch the show, just like during the battle against