บท 1109: Is He Dead?

From the double doors, three odd individuals came out.

One, oddly enough, took to the skies and shone so brilliantly that none could see what he looked like beyond the vicious, golden radiance. A warm air cascaded from this figure, almost making everyone looking on relax and be filled with relief.

Almost.

When this figure shimmered several meters above ground, however, the golden sword Yuyui was holding violently extricated itself from her grip and rushed towards this it!

Another one of the three figures was an unnaturally tall creature with pasty, pale skin, and hollow sockets. His hair was as pale as his body, but rather long – reaching to his jaw. He wore a suit of armour glowing at the chest plate from the glow of his name branded onto his flesh and exuded a mighty, indifference presence that gave the impression that he was some sort of sealed calamity simply waiting for a command to release its uncaring wrath.

But.

But…