He sensed that with time, he would grow stronger, so he needed to stall, to stall until he was strong enough to defeat the Nameless King, and his abilities were perfectly suited for delaying!
[You can't catch me!]
He suddenly appeared in the high sky, having abandoned the thought of fighting, only wanting to use all his might to evade.
But at that moment, an extremely ominous feeling surged into his mind, as if he was being watched by some horrifying entity?
He couldn't help but close his eyes, and when he opened them again, he suddenly found the scene before him had changed.
A blood-red moon appeared in front of him, like the eyes of an Ancient God staring at him closely. Just a glance made his mind, heavily protected by defenses, tremble violently.
The next second, a cold touch came from his neck, a scythe was placed against his throat.
Who, who is it! How could they appear without a trace—
"Fall."
