Beneath the night sky, amid the autumn wind, the person calling herself "Shadow Snake" Xiudik watched Arthur slowly rise into the air, resolve etched across his face. Her pupils involuntarily contracted.
And when fallen leaves whirled wildly and terrifying words rang out from Arthur's mouth, her scalp began to prickle.
A lunatic!
The whole Creados family was insane!
Why jump straight to mutual destruction?!
I only wanted to scare some information out of you and rescue my teacher while I was at it!
I'll die!
If I stay any longer, I'll definitely die!
Run!
Run now!
The person calling herself "Shadow Snake" Xiudik hesitated no longer. She immediately used the trump-card Mystic Art her teacher had taught her-
"Starlight six-four, moonlight four-six, sunlight one-nine, as though traveling a thousand miles..."
As she chanted, a faint radiance enveloped her and the unconscious impostor.
The next instant, that radiance flared.
All of Kirk Street lit up.
The impostor and the person calling herself "Shadow Snake" Xiudik both vanished.
But although the people were gone...
All their belongings remained.
Including their clothes.
The fallen money pouches, mixed with all sorts of small accessories, clattered crisply, the sound echoing along Kirk Street.
Streaking?!
Arthur nearly lost his footing and fell off the [Hand of the Void].
After all, the instant the two impostors disappeared, Arthur had felt an intense envy toward whatever Mystic Art or item they had used to escape on the spot.
But now?
He would rather die.
He absolutely refused to run naked.
Running bare-assed beneath the moonlight was utterly shameless.
He, Arthur, could not do it.
Despite his endless inward grumbling, Arthur maintained a solemn expression. The "Mystic Art incantation" on his lips had already stopped, and just the right amount of bewilderment appeared in his eyes.
As though he