He couldn't help but let out a breath, submitting once again, his eyes already starting to roll back.
"And more importantly..."
Cynthia was already accustomed to this, merely caressing Oliver's face with her tendrils: "We will have help..."
"Help?" Oliver jolted awake, his tendril-eye swiftly contracting: "Who will help us?"
"The 'Eye of the Abyss' wasn't completely annihilated... Mr. Holy Disc had foreseen the School would take action, that's why he left early."
Cynthia let out a moist laugh:
"He will assist us at the crucial moment, and the fact that we survived this time is thanks to the abyssal material he provided..."
Oliver fell into silence.
Mr. Holy Disc, the mysterious representative of the "Eye of the Abyss," he never truly understood that person's background or purpose.
But one thing was certain — that man was definitely not someone to be trusted.
"Are you sure he's helping us, and not using us?"
