"Wh-what is going on?! Why did all of them suddenly collapse?!"
Mary, who propped Cranberry's head with her lap, gasped seeing not only the three people she met in the Drian's mansion - but also the silver-haired butler - all collapse into the puddles of their own blood as the sigil monster was leaning back so much that the top of its mutilated head was almost touching the ground while it's was still kneeling down.
"I...! I don't know...!"
Roan's face became pale as a ghost at the sight.
"...!"
Suddenly, his eyes widened in realization.
He saw what was happening!
"The smoke! Mary, it's the smoke! All of them are trapped in a thin cloud of that damn vapor that the monster's flesh is releasing!"
"!!!!!"
Roan exclaimed pointing at the area underneath the sigil Gorut.
