Where had R'lyeh gone...
A flicker of doubt crossed his mind and was immediately suppressed by Ronald.
What he needed to concern himself with right now was not the elusive head spy, but L'Mir, whom he had cornered in the basement.
Ronald was clear about what he should do.
He quickly analyzed the current situation.
— L'Mir most likely had found a way to counter the Hell's black fog.
— He possessed an absolute geographical advantage.
— Neither side knew the full extent of the other's Spell.
…
In the silence, Ronald snapped his fingers lightly.
The radiance of solar power clung to the pitch-black blade of Saint Catherine's sword, and having made his most targeted preparations, he gestured towards the shadowy space below.
"Collapse."
Squeak—
The power of the "Archangel" descended upon the basement.
While ensuring the buildings above did not collapse, Ronald altered the shape of the space below, attempting to flush L'Mir towards him with this method.
"…"
"Damn it!"
