"What the hell." Miguel barely clamped his mouth shut. 0

Ian’s appearance looked almost like that of a corrupted one. It even resembled the time when Lucia received a divine revelation—though that moment had been far more sacred.0

In any case, it was thanks to that experience that Miguel didn’t panic and shout.0

Since he’s a spellcaster, did the Black Wall ensnare him? But why now, of all times?0

As if to calm himself, Miguel exhaled deeply and glanced back. Fortunately, the unsettling changes in the sky distracted everyone else from noticing Ian's condition.0

Quickly, Miguel reached out and tugged Ian's hood down until it covered his eyes completely. Still, Ian remained motionless.0

Why is that happening all of a sudden? Wait, no way.0

Miguel swallowed dryly, his thoughts racing.0

If that isn't a seizure. Then could that be—0

Before he could finish the thought, a deafening, bone-rattling sound erupted, reverberating across the landscape like a blaring war horn. The sound, like a deep horn, vibrated through him.0

Miguel's eyes darted forward, drawn to the Black Wall's pulsating crimson ripples. His jaw fell slack.0

So erosion has really begun.0

Ian's strange condition was undoubtedly linked to this, but that wasn't the most pressing issue. The real problem was that they hadn't reached Karlingion yet. The invasion was starting before they had even assembled their full forces.0

"Brother, what do we do now? Huh? We're doomed! Brother, please!" Miguel whispered frantically, trying to keep his voice low. However, Ian gave no response.0

Miguel's gaze wavered...0