"An unfortunate night, unfortunate companions, and..." The remnants of the Mind Image Extreme Domain were drifting away.
"Unfortunate opponents." The one who had newly joined the battlefield, and who had also aided the Jealous One, held his forehead. His voice sounded like that of a slave exhausted from years of labor.
Linsey took one look at him.
The man's eyes were bloodshot, gray stubble ran wild across his chin, and his entire figure looked haggard and dejected.
He seemed less like a warrior who had come here to fight.
And more like a passerby crushed by life, so disheartened that he had lost all hope.
"..."
Whoosh!
Almost at the same instant, Linsey drew his sword and launched a fierce attack.
Magma carved a crimson trail through the air, but that alone was enough for a clinging chill to crawl up his weapon and into his body.
Linsey felt his fighting spirit plummeting rapidly, while a flood of negative emotions was stirred up within him.
Worry over the outcome of this battle, worry over this city, worry over the future...
"Tch—"
"What is this?"
Linsey glanced from the corner of his eye.
Centered on the newly arrived Awakened, cold and gloomy gusts swept outward.
In an instant.
The entire district was enveloped by an unending, oppressive atmosphere.
In truth, Linsey was not the only one overwhelmed by an irresistible melancholy.
Prizm, and even the Abyss School's Jealous One.
Under the cover of night, everyone was being affected by this pure negative emotion.
"..."
This was not Linsey's first time fighting an Awakened from the Abyss School.
But he could be certain.
With such extreme emotional influence, and such an absurdly rapid spread, this guy was no less formidable than the great artists of the Seven Seas Alliance!
"Come, Power of