The sudden voice and the inexplicable "offerings" instantly put Kallen on alert. He immediately raised his hand and shouted:
"Stay alert!"
Yet despite his loud warning, the people playing Werewolf over there showed no reaction at all and continued their game.
A barrier?
A formation?
A membrane?
Kallen reached forward. The Sword of Arius should have flown straight into his hand, but it still lay quietly beside the bonfire.
Without any hesitation, Kallen spread his hands and said in a low voice:
"Chains of Order!"
Chains of Order shot out from beneath Kallen's feet and slammed into his surroundings.
Bang! Bang! Bang!...
A series of impacts rang out. Kallen finally realized that, without a sound, he had been placed inside a cylindrical space of "isolation." And this space was solid: no matter how swiftly and fiercely he repeatedly drove his Chains of Order against it, he could not shake it in the slightest.
Puer, Alfred, and the others were on the beach opposite him. Throwing caution aside and risking exposure, Kallen clenched his fist. A dense Flame of Light ignited and spread out around him, but even the Flame of Light had no effect on this cylindrical space.
"Damn it!"
Kallen felt like an ant trapped beneath a glass, with no way to escape.
Or rather, his current level of power was insufficient to break this cover.
Even if the Sword of Arius had been beside him, it probably would have been of little use. The cover was so hard that it was simply despair-inducing.
But the problem was that this cover seemed to have appeared only to trap him, not to hurt him. He had been trapped for so long, yet no further attack had followed?
Normally, once someone was confined and their movement restricted, following up with an