Bram's eyes widened, and fear appeared in them.
He wasn't unaware of what was happening before him.
After all, Bram had excellent relations in both the Parthian Ancient Kingdom and Asthonia, with many highly influential friends... Although the Pope Guard's abilities were a secret to most people, he happened to be one of the few who knew.
In the next moment, his body suddenly exploded. He transformed into countless shrieking bats that flew in all directions, dodging the several arcs of light hurtling toward him.
At the place where he had just disappeared, a gray cocoon bulged out of the void. Countless threads rapidly burst toward every direction, attempting to control the Pope Guard, whose cloaks had turned blood-red.
Those gray threads that erupted in every direction easily pierced through the walls of the building, sending dust billowing into the air.
—but that kind of damage and control was completely useless against the Pope Guard.
An illusory shield of light appeared over their bodies, blocking all the attacks that shot toward them head-on—that was the Saintess's protection, Pure White.
Having failed with one strike, the gray cocoon suddenly began to expand, radiating a dangerous aura.
At that moment, Iver suddenly made his move.
As he swung his staff, flames condensed into a golden-red fire butterfly and flew toward the table where the old troll was sitting cross-legged on the ground.
Pure White's gaze instinctively followed it, and she happened to see the disheveled Bram holding the cup of wine on the table and tilting his head back to drink it all in one gulp.
—it was only then that she realized someone was crouching there!
Bram's stealth ability itself wasn't particularly strong; otherwise, he wouldn't have been discovered immediately. But the constantly erupting, mutating gray cocoon had instinctively drawn everyone