Seraphia's words struck every single person like the most heavenly of battle arts, stunning them to their core. No one was able to utter a single word, as their thoughts, their very souls, still tried to comprehend the sheer madness of this situation. Even John could only stand there with wide eyes, doing his best to process this horrifying situation.
"I see," the Grandmaster's voice sounded out again, filling the deafening silence. "Then before you kill me, answer me this one last question."
"Oh, I'm not going to kill you just yet," Seraphia scoffed with amusement. "No, there's still much you will tell me regarding your Shadows of Death Guild. Only once I'm confident that your guild poses no threat to my husband in the future shall I grant you the release of death…But, I shall answer one last question, as a gesture of good will towards all the good your guild has done for this world."