"Only in this way can the sacrifices made by your countless ancestors regain their meaning and not become an outright joke!"
Upon hearing Leo Ray's words, Taylor's depressed expression finally showed some movement.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but soon showed a pained expression, tightly gripping his own head and groaning continuously.
"Mr. Lane, the Illusion Realm is still affecting Taylor's thoughts!"
Not far away, Brocade Winthrop's similarly pained and clear voice reached Leo Ray's ears.
Looking in the direction of the voice, Leo Ray noticed:
The light blue energy chains binding Brocade Winthrop to Diluns were becoming increasingly ethereal, while the grandiose aura erupting from Diluns was growing stronger, seemingly about to break Brocade Winthrop's blockade at any moment.
