In an instant.
Self-Binding Angel's expression shifted slightly, because she recognized that voice.
Star Track immediately noticed the change in her expression as well. She whipped her head around, narrowing her eyes. Every Origin present abruptly rose to their feet and looked around.
"Who's there?! Show yourself!"
War King Nus bellowed in a deep voice.
And at that very moment.
Without any of them noticing, high in the sky above their heads, a black-robed figure slowly emerged beneath the black mist as though walking on air. A blade hung at his waist, and his black robes snapped in the wind.
"I thought this would be over quickly, and then I could deal with you one by one. But it's taken too long. So long that I've already run out of patience."
Everyone instantly looked up.
The expressions of all the Origins present shifted slightly.
They realized that, despite there being so many Fallen among them, not one had sensed that figure approaching. They hadn't even sensed his aura until they saw him.
"Who are you?!"
War King Nus narrowed his eyes.
The Black-Robed Figures looked down at them and spoke in a hoarse voice that betrayed neither age nor gender.
"I thought I'd already made a name for myself in Hell."
Watching the shifting expressions on Self-Binding Angel's face, Star Track glanced sideways. Almost immediately, she understood who the Black-Robed Figures was.
She raised her head, gripped her staff tightly, and said:
"You're the mysterious person who's been challenging Origins all over Hell lately? I see."
All the Origins jolted, then immediately narrowed their eyes and readied themselves for battle.
Naturally, they had already heard about that mysterious person.
They simply hadn't expected...
So soon!
Hadn't he been around Dark Night City this whole time?
How could he...
The Black-Robed