章節 839: Poor Souls

The heavy atmosphere conjured by Replicus didn't see a pause for a while since Kenno finished delivering the news. The Penetrator didn't move an inch. It seemed only his thoughts did, swirling around his head, unseen by his Unlimited who only grew more tense by the second.

"To think Theurien actually woke up. How did Stylla even manage such a feat? I guess Skullius would be the only one to know," one of the thought phantoms said as it whizzed past Replicus' eyes.

"More than a dozen million souls... What is that masked necromancer's goal? And what did Guissepo get from this? If his goal was to release Boron, what could he have extracted from the witnesses?"

Almost at the same time that a second thought phantoms asked this, the other responded with the answer. It was so clear.

"Dormant blessings!"