Having sealed off the last possibility that could expose the matter before that pen could act, Ince Zangwill slumped limply into his chair.
Fortunately, he had discovered it decisively enough this time and nipped it in the bud as soon as it showed signs of emerging. Otherwise, near-total depletion of his spirituality would not have been enough to solve the problem.
It would alter things after he collapsed, alter them again after he woke up, and he would still have to struggle against this pen. Ince Zangwill did not dare imagine how much trouble it would cause for what had originally been a perfectly smooth plan.
"Damn it, don't let me find out who you are..."
Ince Zangwill gritted his teeth in hatred toward the "unknown informant" written by Alesuhod's Quill, yet deep in his heart, what welled up was fear.
Why had this person revealed not a single useful piece of information under Alesuhod's Quill?
When the powers of Extraordinary beings clashed, although all sorts of flashy abilities came into play, the essence was still a contest of the strength of their Extraordinary abilities. One criterion was the Sequence they occupied.
When a low-Sequence being used their abilities against a High Sequence being, those abilities were naturally weakened. This was especially apparent between Extraordinary beings of the same Pathway.
It could be said that the more flashy a Pathway's abilities were, the harsher the suppression of lower Sequences by higher Sequences within that same Pathway became.
So the question was: had some power concealed that mysterious person's information from Alesuhod's Quill, or had the pen deliberately set this up to kill him at this opportunity...
Or was the other party a High Sequence being?
A Saint? An Angel?
Ince Zangwill's face alternated between green and white.
"Is there a