World-Shaking III

Leonidas slowly raised his head.

He "looked" toward the night sky, where the rain had already stopped.

The bright moon, no longer obscured by dark clouds, had reappeared, casting its cold light upon the mortal world. Yet the spotlight shining upon the man in military uniform had no discernible source.

It was as though the beam had descended from the void.

"I've been locked onto..."

Though Leonidas's eyes remained closed, he seemed to sense the beam falling upon him, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"I can't evade it. I can't escape."

He was puzzled.

As the Hour-God's alter ego in the mortal world, he could pry loose a trace of the laws that belonged to him. Only the power of laws could harm or affect him.

Yet the spotlight currently shining upon him, along with the unreasonable, invisible force of lock-on hidden within the lighting, did not originate from the power of laws.

It felt utterly alien to him.

Leonidas was deeply perplexed.

Just what method had "Red Sage" Gilan Iros used to achieve something like this...

Thump!!!

Another spotlight descended from the heavens.

The lighting fell upon the stage before Leonidas, and the deep crimson velvet curtains slowly drew apart to either side.

A translucent, illusory figure of a long-haired man in black appeared at the center of the stage. He wore a black formal suit and a small top hat, held a parchment scroll in his left hand and a conductor's baton in his right.

A white dove stood upon the brim of his hat.

Naturally, Leonidas recognized the man onstage.

He was the October Hour-God, the "White Dove Poet."

The sight made his brows knit tightly.

He did not know why the secret historical event known as the "Night of Exposure," the scene that had unfolded when