Gabriel's vision blurred.
The desolate hills beneath the setting sun suddenly transformed, swallowed by a night that had appeared out of nowhere... Like a mirage made real, an illusion gradually solidified and temporarily replaced the reality of this region.
"What kind of power is this...?"
The woman in white stared around in shock.
She found herself standing within a spacious open-air stone hall. At its center stood a towering, four-pillared spiral stone tower, with the Cross-Sword Bonfire burning at its summit.
Gray mist permeated the surroundings of the stone hall, condensing into walls of fog. With Gabriel's Apostle-level perception, she immediately felt a powerful intuition—these fog walls possessed extreme isolating properties. They could not be passed through, nor could they be broken by any material or energy-based means.
Dark clouds blanketed the skies above this domain, twisting endlessly into an inverted vortex. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, continuously unleashing terrifying rumbling booms.
The world grew ever dimmer and gloomier.
Gabriel's heart pounded with alarm. Without noticing anything, she had been forcibly dragged into the other party's domain, unable to escape.
And just now, the "Red Sage" had said he wanted to play some so-called "game" with her...
What exactly did that mean?
Whoosh—
At that moment, a sharp whistle tore through the air.
A figure leaped down from the top of the tower.
The purple-eyed youth, dressed in a black formal suit and wearing a bowler hat, had his coattails fluttering behind him. Pinching the brim of his hat with his left hand and carrying a white cane in his right, he hovered before Gabriel.
"Miss Gabriel, the rules of this game are very simple... Kill me, or be killed by me."
A calm voice came from beneath the youth's brim.
"Both of us have visible 'health values.' Once they