"What's going on?"
"Beautiful One" Mahidfran blurted out, "Didn't you say... the Abyss Angel would fall into unprecedented weakness?!"
The enormous pressure radiating from the Abyss Angel made the Good Lords feel as if they could hardly breathe.
Although the other Good Lords said nothing, they all turned their gazes toward the person who had summoned them here.
"Yes."
Aymar Nur was silent for a moment before answering calmly.
"Then what is this?! And what is that?!"
Mahidfran pointed at the murderous Giant Whale, then at the dim yellow world where time had been suspended.
She felt as though she had been deceived and shouted furiously, "I only came because you said you had a way to deal with the Abyss Angel!"
Mahidfran's anger was perfectly justified.
After all, this matter had nothing to do with her in the first place.
She had been living happily in her Carnival City. Besides, Carnival City was far from Clear Spring City, and even if the Abyss Angel descended, it might not necessarily hurt her.
She had accepted the invitation partly because Aymar Nur had sworn that he possessed a Sure-Win Method, and partly because she feared being isolated. As a nation even older than the Eternal Theocracy, the Parthian Ancient Kingdom certainly possessed profound foundations. However, the Ouroboros Ring had only been opened recently, and there were only so many people who had successfully advanced to the Sixth Level.
If the others accepted the invitation while she did not... she might very well suffer retaliation.
To refuse to bear the risks while sharing in the rewards—things were never that simple in Parthia. She was confident that she could face any Good Lord of the same level alone, but if there were several, or even more than a dozen... defeat would be certain,