Under the Lost Fruit Tree, the ancient and majestic shade enveloped the desolate heart of the ruins.
Cyrus sat cross-legged, his mind tightly linked with the massive Purgatory Magic Array, monitoring the energy flow throughout the chapel area, particularly the energy fluctuations gradually moving away from the core on Ragnar's side, which made him frown slightly, feeling a faint unease.
Suddenly!
A subtle yet unusually clear magic fluctuation emanated from his pocket, accompanied by a stabbing sensation akin to a soul link being forcibly torn apart!
Cyrus's face changed drastically, and the meditation state he had maintained was instantly shattered. He opened his eyes abruptly, filled with shock, anger, and disbelief!
Beside him, Lai Ou was startled by his movements and had just turned his head, opening his mouth with curiosity: "What's…"
He had only uttered two words when an unexpected change suddenly occurred!
