The red magic circle glowed with an intensity that seemed to sear into Max's very soul, causing the ground beneath him to tremble and quake.
The Chairman and Elliot exchanged a glance, their stoic expressions betraying no hint of emotion.
Desperate, Max struggled to free himself from the chains that bound his limbs, but they held fast against his efforts.
He even resorted to using his crimson blade, hoping its sharp edge could sever the bindings, but it was no use.
[These chains are not meant to be broken by sheer strength, as they were bestowed by a god...]
'Then fucking help me,' he shouted internally, still grasping for options.
[We cannot at our current level, I'm sorry, Host]
Surprisingly, even Dreyer and Elliot couldn't believe that the 'God of Chaos' had gotten involved in their brawl.
