"Oh, I almost forgot the important matter... Could you continue explaining the sarcophagus?"
"I'm also curious about what's inside."
At that moment, everyone looked toward Ganfal, and the entire underground palace fell into a strange silence.
Coulson held his pistol, his gaze moving back and forth between Ganfal and the throne.
He knew Miles's voice well.
Precisely because of that, he understood even more clearly what this scene meant.
May did not lower her weapon. She glanced at Eliphas, who was kneeling beneath the throne's steps.
The vampire covered his mouth with both hands, blood continuously spilling through his fingers. His torn-off tongue lay several steps away, twitching faintly atop the stone tiles.
With a vampire's regenerative abilities, such an injury was not fatal.
But after going through that, the fanaticism had vanished from Eliphas's face, replaced by terror, humiliation, and a fear he was desperately trying to conceal.
In midair, the six mechanical tentacles behind the Zola Armor slowly drew together.
The gray face in the projection stared fixedly at Ganfal, its expression grim.
"Remote consciousness projection..."
"That damned..."
"Shut up, Zola."
Selene spoke flatly.
The black-haired woman on the throne maintained her original posture, but the fingers that had rested on the armrest began tapping lightly in a slow, steady rhythm.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
A veil of light gradually appeared throughout the palace. An invisible psychic barrier spread outward from the throne, enveloping Eliphas, Mortis, and Zola, cutting off any possibility of Miles continuing to invade their minds.
"You're going to make me sad by doing this."
Ganfal watched the scene impassively and continued, "Weren't you looking forward to seeing me again, Selene?"
[Even psychic shielding can't sever his connection to this android?]
[The only possibility is that the consciousness projection came from the Astral Plane...]
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