Within the dim Soulstone Temple.
As the Soul-Devouring Devil Ghana fell silent, an eerie tranquility permeated the surroundings momentarily.
Although Ghana's expression remained indecipherable, its fluctuating gaze betrayed the tumult harbored within, a far cry from the superficial calm displayed.
John's words were no less than a relentless verbal onslaught, each syllable piercing like a sharp blade, stabbing directly into Ghana's heart.
After delivering those remarks, John refrained from further mockery, standing emotionless on the spot, allowing Ghana to delve deep into contemplation.
Meanwhile, the squad members standing behind John, their heads lowered, exhibited peculiar expressions.
Their eyes crisscrossed as they secretly admired their captain's courage.
