“This is insane! You really subdued the Dark Spirit King! You know it’s all thanks to the opening I created, right? If not for that—”0

“Silence.”0

Nain Darhon shouted excitedly as he ran over, but Karyl raised his hand and cut him off. The brief moment of victory was cut short, leaving Nain Darhon with a sour expression as he pursed his lips.0

“What? What’s wrong?”0

“Ramine, if you’re inside me, you must have heard it too, right? During the clash with Duaat, someone else spoke to me… Am I right?” Karyl asked in a shaky voice, more concerned with the mysterious voice than the fallen Duaat. 0

[Yes, I wasn’t the one speaking about Arcane mana.]0

“Allen!!”0

Nain Darhon tilted his head, puzzled as he looked at Karyl, who had suddenly stood up. There was no one else besides them. 0

“How foolish…”0

Was it just a hallucination? Karyl shook himself back to reality, cursing his momentary loss of composure. He stomped the ground, biting his lip.0

Allen...? Could that really have been Allen Javius?0

Nain Darhon recalled when Karyl had mentioned the Assembly of Seven Elders in his study, wondering if he actually had some sort of connection to them. 0

The fact...0