An hour later.
Roughly three or four kilometers from Wilshire, more than a hundred Errant Lifeforms had gathered together.
Each of them wore a different expression. Wilshire's attempt to provoke them into fighting had clearly had a considerable effect.
"Everyone, there's no need for infighting. Wilshire's words do make some sense, but that doesn't mean we need to start fighting right now!"
The ghostly figure who had spoken with Wilshire first, dark blue particles swirling around his body, spoke in a low voice.
"There's still no definite news about that unknown Spatial Rift. Starting a slaughter over this situation is simply wrong. We should at least wait until the passage opens and we reach the First Layer of the Spacetime Prison. Once we've confirmed the truth of the news, we can decide what to do!"
"Hmph!"
Before the ghostly figure's voice had even faded, a cold snort rang out.
"Once we reach the First Layer of the Spacetime Prison, everyone will immediately scatter to avoid getting hurt in the fighting. Then the person who spread the information will contact some of us alone, and in the end, only a few of us will be able to leave. Those of us who aren't skilled in space will merely have traded this prison for a bigger one!"
"Aureos, don't think I don't know that you've studied space to a considerable degree!"
The speaker was a siren with a blue fish tail, alluring eyes, and a red mark between her brows. A vicious edge lurked beneath her bewitching appearance as she spoke in an enchanting voice.
Her voice spread naturally, almost like a song, carrying a hint of seduction. In an instant, it affected many of the Errant Lifeforms, who turned fierce looks toward the ghostly figure called Aureos.
Of course, Top-Tier Lifeforms