"This aura, Ninth Rank? Who are you!?"
The sudden development stunned everyone. The expressions of the Royal Guardians instantly darkened, especially when they sensed the Ninth Rank aura emanating from the seemingly ordinary member of the Resistance Army. The leader of the three Royal Guardians, [Grey], finally spoke, voicing the question in everyone's hearts.
However, Anvis gave no response to the guardians' questions. He simply lowered his head, seemingly oblivious to everything around him, carefully examining the oblate spheroid crystal stone in his hand.
Instead, another eerie voice outside the array provided an answer for everyone.
"...Mirror Man, so it was you."
The voice was cold, like the eternal ice of the extreme northern realms.
It is understandable; when one's plans are meticulously set in motion, costing incredible effort, only to have someone suddenly snatch the fruit of success at the final moment, anyone would be filled with rage.
