The entrance to the slums of Black Street.
At this moment, the smoke of battle had yet to disperse from the darkness, and the air was thick with tense fighting intent.
The Law Knights held their line.
Alvitte stood alone at the front, her longsword braced against the ground to support her body against the assault of desire.
Her usually neat golden hair now hung messily against her cheeks.
Yet an unyielding fire still burned in her gray eyes as she waited for the enemy's attack.
Then, Black Mist surged again like the flickering tongue of a snake.
It looked as though it would soon crush down over everyone's heads!
And under the cover of darkness, another figure moved within it.
This person was shrouded in an ornate colorful robe, yet hunched over, clutching a twisted wooden staff topped with a gemstone that radiated a ghostly green glow.
He took aim at Alvitte's right waist.
He did not move forward at all, yet the corrosive power of his skill began spreading in the direction indicated by the gem.
"Alvitte, be careful."
In an instant, warm golden light flared at Alvitte's side, forming a golden barrier that blocked the invisible skill entirely.
Alvitte turned to look.
Heller, the Suffering Walker, stood in the way.
Though this Righteous Walker was white-haired with age, his face carried an imposing, solemn dignity.
"An intangible, formless skill. Similar to the Invaders, but different?"
"..."
"A Righteous Walker, Seventh Stage."
A greedy voice rang out from the mist, low but piercing, as though stabbing directly into their ears.
"There shouldn't be someone like you among the Righteous Walkers in the City of Law."
"..."
The Suffering Walker raised a brow.
He embodied the Righteous Walkers' stubborn way of doing things.
Even as the enemy within the