Backlund, Ruins No. 1.
"What are you?"
Prince Grove, his formal suit torn and his cloak stained with grime, stared warily at the figure formed from mercury.
Sifa, dressed in a double-breasted coat and wearing a half-top silk hat and an iron mask, bowed slightly. "I'm merely a passing gentleman."
Prince Grove snorted and suddenly thrust his palm toward Sifa, intending to throw this troublesome fellow into the void.
He used Exile.
But nothing happened.
Prince Grove immediately understood that his Exile had also been Deprived by the man before him.
After stealing Prince Grove's Deprivation, Sifa had decided to take his Decree and Exile as well.
The former could establish rules favorable to oneself, while the latter could cast an opponent into the void for a period of time.
Both were extremely disadvantageous to Sifa.
Therefore, after Depriving Prince Grove of his Decree, Sifa had simultaneously Deprived him of Exile while trying to suffocate him in his mercury state.
Originally, Sifa had wanted to Deprive Prince Grove of even more abilities.
Unfortunately, this was an ability he had stolen.
He could only Deprive two abilities.
Prince Grove got to his feet and said gravely, "Even if you've Deprived me of my Decree and Exile, I still have other abilities."
"What about you?"
"Without Iron Transformation and flame abilities, what else can you do?"
"I have a suggestion for you."
"Don't help that Demoness. If you leave now, I can guarantee that Loen won't pursue this matter."
How could Sifa possibly retreat just like that?
He let out a soft laugh.
"Who says that without Iron Transformation and flame abilities, I can't deal with you?"
As he spoke, Sifa raised his hands slightly.
Prince Grove immediately sensed a subtle change in the space containing these ruins.
It had been sealed