Three hours later.
In the command room, many sets of eyes were gazing intently at the image in front of them. Some were filled with scorn, while others shone with amusement.
Among them, only one set showed concern, and of course, these belonged to Jonah.
After being shown the message sent by his disciple, he had devolved into a stuttering mess that had been sent away by the Saint. The man had tried to electrocute him twice to make him break out of the trance he had entered, but after seeing that it was having no effect, he had simply waved his hand and made him disappear.
Until ten minutes ago, Jonah had still been in that state. He thought he had found out what shock was supposed to feel like when he had seen Angaria win battle after battle, but he realized now that he had been wrong. This…was what shock truly was, and try as he might, he could not get rid of the sight in his mind that captivated all of his senses.
