Startled awake by Aaron's thunderclap of a voice, the wild Beyonders seemed to snap out of a dream and scattered in all directions.
The closer they had originally stayed to those major factions, hoping to rely on their powerful members to fend off the curse, the more they regretted it now!
A great number of Beyonders fled, even at the cost of using talismans. This immediately triggered reactions in the surrounding mist, and humanoid curses formed once more, throwing the scene into utter chaos.
Aaron and his two companions, positioned at the very edge, took advantage of the opportunity to slip easily out of the encirclement.
"Hehe... those last few words of yours, 'Rapier,' were truly... truly wise."
Clark said with a chuckle.
Lilliat, meanwhile, quipped, "Old sir, you originally wanted to say 'vicious,' didn't you?"
"The truly vicious thing is the tomb owner's arrangement. I merely stated the facts..."
Aaron wiped his face and answered without the slightest shame. "After observing things, those major factions should reach the same conclusion I did... and if they can't catch enough unaffiliated Beyonders, what do you think will happen?"
"That really is something to look forward to..."
Clark was no saint either, and he immediately smiled at that.
Lilliat, on the other hand, had a trace of reluctance on her face.
"What we need to do now is wait—wait for the first door to open."
Aaron led the two of them and casually turned a corner through the mist.
Then, not far from them, several Investigation Bureau agents trudged slowly and laboriously in another direction...
Before the door wrapped in thick, scarlet blood.
"Ah!"
A black-robed man fell to the ground, his blood flowing toward the gate and being rapidly absorbed.
Visible to the naked eye, the two doors opened a