"Change the armor's wearer and continue the pursuit."
With a violent shattering sound, Jason Beria compressed his shadow into a single point and slipped into the filthy, muddy sewers.
In the quiet garden, Soest gave orders to the other Nighthawks, his gaze grave.
They had arrived a little too late. From the looks of it, Jason Beria's escape might already have been inevitable.
The only thing that puzzled the Red Gloves captain, Soest, was this:
Why had Ace Snake, the Spellsinger of God, still not arrived, even after Duke Negan had been assassinated?
Did I succeed?
Dismembered by that strange suit of metal armor, Jason Beria now had only his shadow-form spirit body left. He fled swiftly through the dark sewers, and after turning through another section, he finally shook off Backlund's Nighthawks.
Once he confirmed this, even Jason Beria-a Coldblooded whose intense emotions had already been stripped away by his potion-could not help feeling ecstatic.
The Beria Family had gradually declined. And ever since the Abyss had become unsuitable for devils to live in, devils at the demigod level and above had grown increasingly rare, leaving only the veteran High-Sequence Beyonders of a few great families.
Naturally, relationships between devil families were not sustained by anything resembling affection. All they could exploit were the benefits each side craved.
Now that their path to advancement had been cut off, the hope of becoming a demigod was the greatest desire of these devils, who were constantly steeped in malice and teetering on the brink of losing control!
Or rather, most Beyonders who reached the mid Sequences found it difficult to resist the instinct to consume higher-Sequence beyonder characteristics from the same or neighboring pathways. Only a few suppressed that instinct out of fear. This was how the Beyonder Law of Convergence