As the two sides faced off again, a soldier's shout rang out:
"This is bad! The prisoner was rescued by the Demon King Cult!"
Marcus's expression darkened.
Whether Wendy had actually joined the Demon King Cult or not, he did not want to leave such a threat alive.
He turned to Roland, his tone urgent and solemn:
"Sir Roland, if the prisoner really was rescued by the Demon King Cult, the Empire's reputation will suffer a serious blow. Please pursue them. As for these two-"
He stopped holding back and directly unfurled the nascent form of his Gravity Domain. Dark gray light spread from his body, enveloping an area dozens of meters across.
He raised a hand and pressed down on empty air. The two masked women immediately felt an enormous pressure descend from above, pinning them hard against the ground and leaving them unable to move.
"I can handle them myself!"
Roland glanced at the two women pinned to the ground, nodded, then shot off like an arrow loosed from a bow, swiftly pursuing Greg in the direction he had fled.
Watching Roland head that way, the woman in the Crying Face Mask, who had been pinned down by gravity, actually began to brace herself against the immense pressure, lifting her body little by little.
But just then, the person beside her wearing the Smiling Face Mask jabbed her sharply with an elbow, and the woman in the Crying Face Mask lay back down.
Was that just... my imagination?
Marcus frowned as he withdrew his gaze from Roland's retreating figure.
For an instant, he had sensed something that left him shaken, as though something terrifying was about to awaken.
But seeing the two women completely immobilized within his domain, he decided he was probably overthinking things and went back