"Hold!"
Pheobe threw back her head and shouted.
The prayer beads and handbell in her hands glowed faint blue. Behind her, Dusknoir raised both hands to hold back the enormous fan crashing down, like a titan propping up the sky.
A crystalline blue light flowed around its body as well.
Then—
The earthquake stopped. The falling boulders flew back to the ceiling. Everything looked as though time itself had reversed.
In moments,
the Lower Arena had returned to its original state. Apart from the enormous fan being replaced by a gray-purple vortex and the overhead lights going out, it looked just as it had when they arrived.
Lit only by lamps around its edges, the arena was dim and eerily quiet, like a scene from a horror game—
If not for Pheobe.
Right now, she looked like a priest from a Japanese RPG, wielding all sorts of mystical equipment against the Demon King. Her presence turned the mood from horror game to fantasy adventure in an instant.
Weren't mediums supposed to commune with spirits?
How could she do this too?!
Dodging falling rocks, Baimu stared at Pheobe in amazement. But his attention soon returned to the vortex overhead. Those bloodred eyes brimmed with such fury that they seemed ready to turn to flame and burn them to ash.
"Get out! You're not welcome here! Get out!!"
The thunderous roar echoed through his head.
This was ridiculous.
Sound waves battered his eardrums, and this Telepathy battered his brain!
For a moment, Baimu had no idea what to cover. His whole head rang, and when he couldn't bear it anymore, he shouted again and again:
"I'm the grandson of the person you're waiting for! Stop! Banette! Do you remember Liddy? His companions sent us!"
Desperate to make Banette settle down, he invoked