The Chairman's colossal presence dominated the sky, but it posed no direct threat to Tilly herself.
Instead, her subordinates, the magicians, bore the brunt of its anger. Tilly had already modified her life form, making her nearly impervious to harm.
Elias believed that if she chose not to confront the Chairman directly, escaping would be relatively easy.
Nyarl observed Elias with an intrigued expression, her eyes keenly assessing his contemplative demeanor. She couldn't hide her amusement as she inched closer to him.
"So, have you made up your mind~?" Nyarl teased.
Elias remained silent, prompting Nyarl to lean in even closer and pinch her nose playfully.
"Or shall I reluctantly help you analyze the situation?"
Elias glanced at her, and Nyarl adopted a mock-serious tone as she continued.
"Well... let's start with the witch lady. I think..."
She turned her gaze toward the distant hall, feigning deep thought.
