Bernard looked at Kallen.
Just then, two of the threads in the bundle beside him snapped.
Black markings immediately appeared across Bernard's body. Like whips of lightning, they bound him and exerted their effects.
A gray halo also appeared above Bernard's body, releasing a weakening effect.
Bernard's expression twisted, but he made no sound, continuing to resist in silence.
Kallen slowly picked up the bundle of threads and gently plucked at it with his fingertips.
At the sight, Bernard's expression relaxed. The black markings on his body and the gray halo above him vanished, but not because he had broken free. He had decisively given up resisting.
The formations had activated on their own because they had sensed Bernard gathering the power within him.
After all, Mr. Eisen had laid the formations directly on his body, and some had even penetrated inside him.
These formations might not have been particularly advanced, much less comparable to forbidden-level formations, but they were close.
It was like the difference between a match burning in front of you and burning inside your heart.
Kallen had been cautious enough and made sufficient preparations. Under these circumstances, there was essentially no chance of anything unexpected happening.
"Have my descendants offended the Order God Church?"
Kallen wore Order clerical robes, which were easy to recognize.
Bernard's voice was somewhat hoarse. Though he had never died, he had only just awakened from a prolonged state of suspended animation. Clearly, recovering the functions of his organs would not be easy.
Kallen also noticed a dark red gleam moving deep within Bernard's pupils, as though a Dark Moon crescent had been embedded in his eyes.
Back at the Ankara Hotel, Ophelia had used a spell art to detect whether either party was lying, relying on the Sword of Arius to