I stood completely stunned as the rapid shift in the situation left my mind spinning.
A moment ago, an execution order hung over my head. Now, the terrifying 'Executioner' groveled on the cracked stone floor, and the majestic figures outside lay buried in deep craters.
So I decisively chose to keep my mouth shut.
Speaking right now felt incredibly dangerous. I chose absolute silence to avoid making any fatal mistakes in front of these apex entities. At the very least, my survival was guaranteed for the time being. But damn, just what have I gotten myself involved in?!
On my side, Caelia looked at the small boy. Her crimson eyes carried a heavy, complicated emotion.
"My return is impossible," she stated quietly.
The boy merely smiled. His posture remained completely relaxed and casual.
"You can and will return," he replied gently. He then swept his cold, pitch-black gaze across the trembling Matriarch figure on the floor. "Let us see exactly who dares to oppose it."
