But if it succeeded, Edward would be genuinely pissed off!
"Let's go back and take a look first, then wait for an opportunity."
After some thought, he took on Mr. F's appearance, intending to return to the Aurora Order's base first. He stepped back into the Spirit World and rapidly traversed that strange world of rich, vivid colors.
Just then, Edward felt his spirituality throb violently. It seemed to drive every cell in his body to desperately convey a single message: "Danger!"
Had Amon caught up?
Alarm shot through Edward, and he hurriedly looked back.
A tall old man with four pairs of dark yet sacred wings behind his back was rapidly pursuing him. His gaze was like lightning, fixed firmly on Edward.
Who was this?
In the instant he froze, the old man spoke coldly:
"Spirit World Traversal is prohibited here."
Almost simultaneously, an immense oppressive force squeezed Edward straight out of the Spirit World and back into reality.
A salty, damp sea breeze struck his face. Endless ocean surrounded him, and above him was a fissure so high that its top was out of sight, with boundless seawater cascading down from above.
Edward immediately recognized the place-it was the entrance to the War of the Gods Relic.
A falling sensation came from beneath his feet. He immediately switched to Spirit Body form and hovered in midair.
He thrust out a hand at once. Thunderbolts steeped in an intensely destructive aura shot toward the old man who had just emerged from the Spirit World, carrying power that seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth.
But his opponent's body abruptly became a shadow, evading the lightning attack. Then he raised a hand and actually stole the following thunderbolts outright, before flinging them back at Edward.
Fucking Amon again?!
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