Click—
In the ruins of the basement, Hell's black fog, ceaselessly searching every inch of ground, suddenly triggered an inconspicuous defensive spell.
This spell was placed on the wall, protecting a small niche.
The moment the spell on the niche was activated, all the puppets controlled by Kumier braced themselves for battle. Ronald, seeing the opponent's demeanor, also immediately realized that the object found by the fog was key.
At this very moment, the atmosphere inside the building reached a pinnacle of tension.
Kumier was well aware that there was no room to ease the relationship between them, and also understood that surrendering now would be futile.
Yet in this situation that was absolutely not in her favor,
She still found herself significantly weaker than Ronald before her.
Seeing no chance of victory in the fight… then the only option was to look for other ways to escape.
"Ronald, listen to me!"
Kumier's mind raced.
