Drip...
That sound was like a death-knell note, jolting the skinny man awake.
He knew that if he did not answer now, then even if he fled to the ends of the earth, death would still await him.
Beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead. He swallowed to moisten his parched throat and answered the Sky Communicator.
"Asmodeus's signal has vanished."
A cold voice came through. The skinny man's voice was incomparably strained. "...Lord Samigina."
Solomon's Fourth Pillar, one of the true rulers of the massive force known as Solomon, a terrifying man responsible for administering Solomon's punishments!
It was said that no one had ever seen the true face of the Fourth Pillar Knight—the Punisher, Samigina. Or rather, those fortunate enough to have met him had not even left bone fragments behind.
Yet a saying circulated within Solomon: once he found you, enormous trouble was sure to come knocking.
Now, it was his turn.
The skinny man felt as if his heart were about to leap from his throat.
But the immense pressure carried by that icy voice left him without the slightest thought of stalling.
He wanted to live. He truly wanted to live.
Right!
Since Lord Asmodeus was dead, as long as he claimed it had been the lord's unilateral decision, then there would be no proof to pin the responsibility on anyone.
Joy at finding a way to survive flashed through the skinny man's eyes.
He truly did have some quick wits.
Thus, his throat began to tremble as he wailed in terror, his voice choked with sobs. "Lord Asmodeus, he... he died in battle."
One second, two seconds...
For three whole seconds, no sound came from the other side.
"The exact course of events." The icy voice allowed no room for negotiation.
The skinny