"Ah, experimental subjects..." Layla said, eyeing the man and the two figures behind him.
She knew they would encounter these individuals, victims of the witches' cruelty in the past—people who sought death above all else.
The man glanced up at the six shining lights above them. "So, those are the holy stakes... Unfortunately, I can't allow you to clear this game."
If no one cleared this game, the entire Walpurgis Night would collapse, granting him the long-awaited death he desired.
The man turned to the two figures behind him and inquired, "What do you think, Arven, Lensa?"
"As long as we achieve our goal, Sir Gawain," replied Arven, a tall man with long blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Gawain... Don't tell me you're..." Layla's eyes narrowed as she sensed danger.
