Crack—
Crack!
In the Thorn District, an invisible crimson figure struggled free from his gradually tightening shackles. Under his tremendous strength, it seemed as if invisible fragments were peeling off from around him.
"This is the power of the great Master of the Blood Meat Thorns!"
After breaking free from the shackles, Arman surveyed his now completely unrecognizable body and silently praised in his heart.
He looked up at the huge Protective Shield that was slowly rising above the Wizard Territory, but he did not hurry to pursue.
Instead, he withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look around.
After a moment, his mind moved.
Invisible crimson mist spilled from his body, sweeping toward all directions like tentacles.
"My faithful followers..." he said in a deep voice,
"Come to me. I will lead you to revive the glory of the Master."
