Seed

When Anvis revealed himself before Marquis Delaka and made his move, that seemingly invincible state of his vanished.

That terrifying Star of Destruction undoubtedly swallowed his mental projection outright and triggered a massive explosion in the process.

Yet almost in the next instant, Anvis's consciousness projection condensed once more.

The feeling of having a consciousness projection destroyed was somewhat like being suddenly pricked by a steel needle, and somewhat like a momentary electric shock—a sharp, fleeting pain that struck directly at the mind. His Spiritual Power aura weakened by the tiniest trace.

To Anvis, such a loss was entirely within acceptable limits.

Moreover, there was good news: the initial guidance of the Twisted Seed had succeeded. Even seeing his consciousness body within an illusion could likewise be regarded as seeing him in person.

Thus, Anvis's newly condensed consciousness body appeared before Marquis Delaka again. This time, it truly was right before him, coming within half a meter, before Marquis Delaka destroyed it with another strike.

"Is that you? The Leader of the Circle of Truth? The one behind the Floating City disaster? You're finally willing to show yourself instead of continuing to lurk in the shadows and spy on me?"

After realizing it was still merely a projection, a cold smile appeared on Marquis Delaka's youthful face.

"Thank you for your 'hospitality.' Your Floating City and Golems are indeed powerful, but they're still not enough to hold me back. Where are your Ninth Rank subordinates? Why not call them out? Or could it be... that you don't actually have any Ninth Rank subordinates at all? That all the traces left behind by the Circle of Truth's Ninth Rank members were actually the work of you alone?"

Staring intently at Anvis's indistinct face, Marquis Delaka spoke with half a probe and