Power Talks

The atmosphere on the plaza remained oppressive.

The taut string had snapped, but the aftershocks remained.

God's Knights were the first to move.

Almost at the same instant, everyone scattered, reaching down to pick up the scattered pieces of the remains one by one.

Flesh.

Bones.

Charred tissue.

Even the fragments burned to ash by Thunder were carefully gathered.

No one showed any expression, and no one spoke a word.

Yet that only made everyone feel a deeper chill.

For the first time, they realized that the Immortal Body that had filled them with such swelling confidence could be collected like an "object."

Before long, the remains were sealed in specially made containers and taken away.

Just before leaving, the blue-haired female knight paused for a brief moment.

She cast Spandine an extremely subtle sideways glance.

Spandine's heart clenched, and he immediately lowered his head and gave a faint nod.

God's Knights departed, their figures vanishing at the end of the corridor.

Only a devastated plaza and the lingering scent of scorched air remained.

On the other side.

The members of CP9 stood where they were.

No one dared move. Even their breathing had unconsciously quieted.

What had they just witnessed?

The strongest member of God's Knights had been torn apart on the spot, suppressed, and... "dealt with."

And the Marine who had done it had now entered Pangaea Castle.

A conflict at this level had completely surpassed the limits of their understanding.

Until—

"Cough."

A cough broke the dead silence.

Everyone jolted and instinctively looked over.

Spandine's hair was disheveled, his clothes torn, and several flower petals still clung to his face.

He looked utterly wretched, but his eyes had regained their clarity.

He swept his gaze around, making sure nothing had been missed.

"All personnel, listen up."

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