No matter how angry or boiling with wrath they were, there was nothing more they could do. Both Zich and Til were at levels beyond what they could cope with and even their last hope, the Pyramid of Vengeful Souls, was in their hands. Additionally, their fighting forces had decreased with Nick’s death. The leader of the robed figures couldn’t think of a single way to overturn this situation and finding out how Zich gained the Pyramid in his hands seemed all meaningless now.

“Huh? It’s quiet. I thought you guys would be fussier than this.” Zich placed his Pyramid of Vengeful Souls back. His enemies’ responses had weakened; it meant that their mentality had completely broken down. 

‘It won’t be fun to play with them in such a state.’ There was no point in tormenting them any longer. It was time for Zich to end things. Without saying more, Zich fixed his grip on his sword and Til followed suit.

‘Is he planning to wrap this up?’ The leader stared at Zich and Til with hopeless eyes. He could easily see his forthcoming future, and he predicted that he wouldn’t be able to breathe for much longer. Yet, there was no fear in his eyes.

‘This timeline...