The spellcaster teams had brought good news, but Fiona and Finnis looked toward a snow peak to one side as if facing a formidable enemy.
At some point, a young man clad in a luxurious Dark Gold Dress had appeared there. His cold, dark golden vertical pupils, like those of a reptile, gazed indifferently down at the people on the plain.
Marquis Delaka, a Ninth Rank Limit existence. His appearance seemed to freeze even the air.
But as everyone tensed, a black-robed figure appeared above them. Though his aura seemed no different from that of an ordinary person, it carried an elusive, illusory quality as he faced Marquis Delaka from afar.
Upon seeing the figure, Fiona discreetly swept her peripheral vision over an apparently ordinary Sixth Rank follower behind her.
After she had reported to Mirror Man, Your Excellency, he had directly arranged for an avatar to accompany her. However, it did not seem inclined to reveal its identity proactively, and she did not know why.
The silent confrontation between the two powerhouses lasted several seconds, as if an invisible clash had taken place in that brief span. In the end, Marquis Delaka's figure dissipated into the air like a gust of wind, leaving no trace behind.
The black-robed phantom in the sky likewise dispersed, but a faint aura of fate blanketed the surroundings, as though declaring sovereignty over this place.
"It's fine now. Let's go in and explore."
At the same time, having received Anvis's Voice Transmission, Fiona steadied herself and lightly waved her hand, leading everyone into the Ruins.
Outside, the enormous phenomenon that could not be concealed quickly spread the news that a powerful Ruins had emerged on the Pale Plains. But the aura of fate Anvis had left behind was openly warning those coveting it that