Silence pervaded the room as my muscles ached.
My heart raced faster than I could endure and I felt sweat forming all over my body. Considering my current situation, this was a well-deserved response.
At the moment, I was surrounded by inconceivably powerful enemies.
The Nether Cult!
They looked a little different from how I remembered them. For one, Ciel looked like a child, The Martial Blade God seemed younger and less dignified and Karlia seemed absolutely furious with me.
Other than that, though, there was another main difference.
Neron was a member of the Cult!
And he was looking at me with complete caution and utter suspicion—something that chilled me to my bones.
If I was in top form, perhaps I could at least devise a method of escape. Perhaps I would have even the slightest chance—though I highly doubted it.
However, things were different here.
