"Bandel!"
The Dream Shrine group was apparently the only group that was still able to resist.
But they also seemed to be in a very difficult situation right now.
Marvin could feel that this special crawling vine was continuously siphoning away his vitality, but the process was very slow. With his constitution, he would be able to hold on for a hundred years or so.
But the more serious issue was that the mass of ivy was imbued with another power.
This kind of feeling was like when they had heard the mysterious singing voice outside Holy Light City.
It was like a huge lock was coiled around their bodies, making it very difficult to move.
Naturally, Marvin could still find ways to escape, but he felt that this wasn't the most suitable moment.
'Bandel? Why does this name sound a bit familiar? That Lich name's Bandel?'
Marvin held his breath and listened carefully to the discussion.
