Bab 892: Seventh Circle, Violence (Final Part)

Og'tharoz approached Adamanthi, the air around them seemed to vibrate with growing tension. 

The desolate surroundings, with their barren landscapes and deep shadows, seemed to reflect the mood of the group. 

The sky was covered in ominous red clouds, and the wind blew with sinister force, raising small clouds of dust that danced around them.

Adamanthi slowly raised his hands, a forced smile appearing on his lips. "Calm down, calm down, guys. We don't need to resort to VIOLENCE, do we?" His voice carried a tone of false reassurance, but his eyes betrayed his fear.

Og'tharoz, his face serious and impassive, took another step towards Adamanthi. "Did you really think you could fool us, Adamanthi? You would never go unnoticed by my eyes, but let it continue because we were advancing in circles."

Kaizen kept the door locked with his <Psychokinesis>, his eyes fixed on Adamanthi. "Explain yourself. What exactly are you and your Surtr planning?"