“Hm.” Christin Lewis was casually standing next to Specter.

He heard a loud explosion and turned to look toward it.

“A blue flare... did it come from an ally?”

“Blue means success.”

“Oh, so they managed to lure Isaac Dvor away from here?”

“No.” Specter was well aware of Gilberto’s personality and knew that he would only use a blue flare if he had completed everything. “It means Isaac Dvor is dead.”

“What? Who killed him?” Christin Lewis turned to look at Specter in surprise.

Isaac Dvor was a Heaven and the right arm of the Heavenly Demon. He seemed like he had an outgoing personality because he was always all smiles, but he was an infamous fiend who had killed an innumerable number of Players.

“He died at the hands of the world’s best wingman,” said Specter.

Rumble!

The castle made out of thorny bushes, rumbled.

“Here we go again. There’s a fight going on down there, but it seems that it’s impossible for us to make our way there,” said Christin Lewis. He was right. They hadn’t...