Crimson Storm

Beneath the cold and silent snowfall, a Wild Hunt wind began to blow--

One of the fleeing Pengbo Naqis suddenly raised his head.

Just now, he had sensed an intense threat.

But because his senses were completely obscured by the Winter Angel's heavy snow... even after raising his head, Pengbo Naqi could see nothing but the snow filling the sky. Not a sound reached his ears.

"...So it really was a trap."

Pengbo Naqi stopped fleeing and muttered under his breath.

The howling beside him grew increasingly shrill, while the Twilight Power trembling in the sky made his entire body go numb.

The power was approaching far too quickly. Pengbo Naqi abandoned the idea of fleeing altogether.

Let the other "selves" run.

Under the pursuit of such power, he had no chance of escaping this place.

He might as well turn back and fight for time!

At the very least, he could not let the wound appear on his back--

Ever since the Earl Leipzig had sent word, and the heavy snowfall triggered by the Winter Angel's ascension had descended... Pengbo Naqi had already felt that something was wrong.

But based on his understanding of that old skeleton, the man should not attack him.

Unlike himself, Matthias was relatively gentle and reserved. He disliked interfering with the outside world... and would only paint everything he wanted to say and do into his paintings.

Only those who appreciated his art could hear the storm and cries in his heart.

Even if old Grunewald disliked him as much as possible, at worst he would only drive him away--or leave with the Spirit Tower instead. Pengbo Naqi had actually been prepared long ago for the Spirit Tower to leave Antimony.

But...

Pengbo Naqi now discovered sorrowfully that Beyard was not on the same