With a vast vortex of mana spiraling between them, finally, they had all gathered in one place.

"…"

"…"

"…"

The Utgard warriors were dressed in white fur.

The traitors, the Nar, were in black.

There were even the humans, who were all dressed in their own colors.

They stared at each other through the black vortex.

“As expected.”

“As expected.”

The two giants, Thjazi and Thrymr, spoke simultaneously.

"It was you."

"It was you."

They both uttered the same words at the same time, like a pair of doppelgangers.

The two leaders of the giants had thought that the sudden phenomenon that had appeared on the ground, a sinister black and red vortex, had been created by the other.

“What is this?”

“What the hell is this?”

They questioned each other. Right then, they realized that the situation was different from what they had imagined.

"…”

"…”

“Is the king within this thing?”

Thrymr was the first to speak again, pointing toward the black vortex and asking if the Utgardian King was inside.

“The king?” Thjazi replied with a puzzled expression. They were both bewildered.

‘Something is wrong here.’

Both sides, whether it was the Nar or the Utgardians, had realized that neither of the two sides had created this black vortex.

“Then…?”

“Then…?”

Now they both had the same question going...