The Witch King knew a thing or two about telecom scams in the human world. The content of the voice that had just rung out was not merely similar to that of countless telecom scams—it was exactly the same.
If there was one difference, it was that this Black King was indeed the genuine article, not a fake.
But precisely because it was real, the Witch King felt the gravity of the situation all the more deeply.
Just what was the Revelation Saint King made of, to make the Black King ask her for help?
For countless millennia, the Revelation Society and the Black King had been "old friends," with no shortage of clashes between them.
There were many powerful beings slumbering in the darkness, but those beings were not particularly aggressive—or rather, they were all asleep and had little interest in descending upon the human world.
Only the Black King was both powerful and full of vitality, fascinated by the mortal world and repeatedly seeking to descend and cause trouble.
In the witches' many past struggles against him, the Black King had, in the eyes of the witches of the Era Tree, undoubtedly been a being of immense majesty.
And now, this ancient king was panicking.
Though the voice was steady at the moment, the Witch King keenly detected the Black King's true emotions within it.
Originally, the Witch King had possessed some confidence in stopping the Black King's descent and averting this disaster. But now, the attitude of the darkness left her without even the slightest certainty.
She looked at the figure still concealed within the radiance. She had thought she had already valued the other party as highly as possible, yet now it seemed she had still underestimated them.
In the time it took for that thought