Standing exposed in the altar's center, Ace felt the full brunt of the unseen forces. An oppressive weight settled on his chest, squeezing the air from his lungs.
When he looked at the crimson eye, the power it emitted was simply unfathomable, and for some reason, he felt disgusted by its presence and deep hate.
'That eye should be the Heavenly Will or its projection?' Ace guessed while his eyes were deadly cold and hostile despite that fear, and he didn't even notice it.
"Heaven's Stealer!!!" The Voice, like a booming thunderclap, resonated through his skull while the crimson eye drilled into him with a silent, suffocating presence. This imposing voice, filled with boundless hate and disbelief, reverberated right in Ace's head, making his soul tremble!
If Ace had just guessed before, now he was sure that after that voice called his name, he could tell that voice belonged to that eye.