"Unfortunately, you lost."
Having subdued the two, Gilan spoke calmly.
Pantcy, whose chest had been pierced by the white cane, went limp all over. His lips parted, and blood flowed from his mouth, staining his teeth and lips crimson, yet he could not make a sound.
He could only feel an endless current coursing from the cane, spreading through his entire body and ravaging him from within.
The current contained the alchemical principles of returning to simplicity, constantly breaking down and devouring his power, leaving him utterly weak and at Gilan's mercy like fish on a chopping block.
Meanwhile, Lady Sigel, whose neck Gilan gripped in his other hand, was in much the same state.
Silver arcs of electricity erupted from his palm, firmly restraining the woman's body and temporarily robbing her of the strength to resist.
Despair showed on both their faces.
They had fought for barely ten minutes before being defeated, even captured alive by the Red Sage!
What shocked them even more was that the Red Sage did not seem to have used his full strength. From beginning to end, he had appeared entirely at ease.
Facing the combined assault of two Apostles alone—Apostles renowned as the world's greatest assassins—he had handled them with effortless ease...
Just how strong was he really now?!
It was unimaginable!
Even Sigel and Pantcy simultaneously found themselves entertaining an absurd thought—
Even if their reinforcements had not been stopped, even if five Apostles had besieged the Red Sage together, they probably still would not have been able to keep him!
This man had already transcended the bounds of reason.
He was terrifyingly powerful!
Just like back then, when he had faced five Apostles alone in the mortal world and killed all five in return... The only difference was that the Red