Bubbles filled Juan’s vision.

Aside from a dark purple liquid, there was nothing else around him. There was no light or heat other than the cold liquid. The only heat was Juan’s flame.

However, Juan felt as if he had brought a candle into the deep sea. He felt as if he was in incomparably deep waters, and he had no idea if there was even a surface he could swim toward.

‘Qzatquizail.’

Juan could instinctively tell that he was inside Qzatquizail. Juan could feel the crown trembling with joy after finally finding its owner. It seemed as if it couldn’t wait to return to its original place so that it could replenish itself.

‘Don’t even think about it…’

Juan concentrated and strengthened his control over the crown. The fluctuating flame quickly settled down, but Juan found all this to be suspicious. Gerard possessed half the crown, but he still got buried by Qzatquizail’s will.

Gerard’s traces were also suspiciously diluted and difficult to find. Juan couldn’t help but think that perhaps Gerard had decided to help Qzatquizail by giving up the remaining half of the crown.

“Hah.” Juan chuckled as if he was mocking himself. The anxiety that was about to overwhelm him vanished. There was no point hesitating at this point. There was no way he could stop...