"That's..."
Everyone's expression changed drastically.
At that moment.
They felt the wind howl past their ears.
A figure crossed over from the plane's border, her long blue hair dancing wildly in the void. Her eyes were cold as blades as she swept past them in an instant, shooting toward the Crimson Figure like an arrow loosed from its bow.
"Aivier?!"
Sir Awen's breathing abruptly quickened, his pupils contracting violently.
Only then did everyone truly make out that figure-the blue-haired girl they had met only once, the one who had told them Lynn was in the Abyss.
It was her!
That blue-haired girl?!
Most of the Origins here knew nothing of the strength of that girl named Aivier, and the sight before them now left them dazed.
How could she be so powerful?!
Powerful enough to stand alongside a true deity?!
Aivier's slender hand seized the pitch-black blade. Without slowing in the slightest, her gaze as icy as a deep pool, she unleashed a terrifying slash at the rapidly retreating Crimson Figure.
Vrrrm-
The entire plane shook at that moment. That single slash pierced straight through half the plane's spatial barriers, tearing through layer upon layer of void.
Even the Crimson Figure was forced to cross his arms and defend with all his strength.
But even so.
The slash still left a horrifying scarlet wound on his arm, deep enough to expose bone. The tremendous impact sent him flying backward, crimson blood spilling through the void.
"Your Highness! It truly has been a long time!"
The Crimson Figure forcibly halted himself in the void. His gaze was savage, but a bone-chilling smile hung on his face.
"So that's it. You're their backup?! No wonder they're so fearless!"
"But indeed!"
"With your strength, you could hold the Abyss without any trouble at