Chapitre 71: Zephyr-The death itself

Seeing Amane Roki in person, I couldn't stop trembling. It wasn't the awe of seeing a famous person—it was the realization of the overwhelming difference in existence that those who had once challenged event raids had felt.

As I stood frozen, Amane Roki lightly shrugged his shoulders. His movements were simple, but every action was so refined it was like watching art in motion.

With each blink, his long eyelashes fluttered.

"I see. This body moves better than my real one. Is there anyone who can control it perfectly on their first try? Even I, with all my knowledge of muscle dynamics, took a while."

Casually, Amane Roki—Zephyr picked up a scythe.

Zephyr's lips moved as he turned towards Stark, who still couldn't move.

"[Create Dark]."

Instantly, darkness formed a complex house-like structure.

Stark, trapped inside, seemed desperate to escape. But the cruel reality wouldn't stop.

"Five."