"Don't act yet. This isn't the moment... we only have one chance."
Whoosh!
Just then, the situation changed drastically.
Beckman suddenly looked shocked. A Bone Key slowly emerged from his chest.
"Impossible! You promised me! As long as I gave you enough...!"
The next instant, a "stream" of flesh and blood flew in from outside the Gallery and plunged into the key. Its white-jade surface took on a faint, sinister, blood-red sheen.
Beckman screamed and fell to his knees, covering his face in agony.
"[A-Rank Mysterious Object-White Bone Gallery]!"
Rosa's gaze sharpened.
"This is a sacrificial ritual of the Red Apple Church... damn it!"
Beckman kept howling. The Bone Key had already sunk into his chest, as though embedded there.
Then it slowly turned, as if it intended to treat him as a door and open him...
Beckman was terrified. Somehow, the situation had spiraled beyond his control, and the [White Bone Gallery] had gone out of control and begun devouring its master. His face twisted viciously as phantom images of history flashed through his eyes. He tried desperately to use Historical Retrospection to return to his previous state.
But none of it worked.
"-Aaaah!!"
Finally, Beckman let out a hysterical roar and bolted toward the exit of the Gallery.
All his plans had come to nothing at this moment. He only wanted to escape first and work out his next move later.
As he fled, he took out another three or four bottles of potions in different colors and frantically poured them into his mouth, trying to strengthen himself to resist the Bone Key's corrosion.
Boom!!
A tremendous crash drew everyone's attention.
A black figure descended from above, smashing through the Gallery's ceiling and dropping straight down.
He was holding a silver cane, which he brought down on Beckman's