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"God Almighty didn't invite me either. What would I go in for?"
On the outskirts of the Giant King's Court, atop a stone pillar twenty meters tall and so thick it would take three people to encircle it, the Lord of Withering lowered his binoculars, crouching there like a sniper.
It was an excellent vantage point. Combined with the eyesight of a Great Old One-level deity, it allowed him to see through the frozen twilight outside the Giant King's Court and follow Klein's team without any effort. He considered himself incapable of combat and liable to be sliced apart by the Red Angel-not particularly harmful, but certainly humiliating-so he had never approached, instead following at a very safe distance.
From Klein opening the door, to the battle with the two Silver Knight guard puppets, to Klein and the others being taken away by the shadows, he had seen everything clearly.
The binoculars in his hand suddenly vanished. He turned toward the distance and narrowed his eyes.
"Judging by the time, Kotar should be starting to move now, too. But if I set off for Moon City, he'll go straight back... Huh."
The Lord of Withering looked toward the plains outside the Giant King's Court in some surprise. A figure who seemingly shouldn't have appeared at this moment abruptly entered his field of vision, yet caused no change to any possibility.
Fate had arrived.
Amid the silvery-white light illuminating the surrounding area, illusory, almost invisible strands of "light," whose precise color defied description, appeared between the First Blasphemy Slate and Dark Angel Sasrir. Under the ravages of the terrifying lightning, they evaporated and snapped one after another.
Even the experienced Colin froze for half a second before displaying a Guardian's formidable defensive abilities, shielding Lovia from the Lightning Storm