Bernard was generous and kind enough to explain the sequence of events, but as the story unfolded, William suddenly stopped walking. He stood frozen in the middle of the blue mist, a look of absolute horror washing over his face.
"What's wrong?!" Seeing the youngster—whom they had intended to safeguard on their leader's orders—show such a face made the entire vanguard go vigilant. Weapons were levelled, and eyes scanned the fog.
"What do you know, William?" Bernard asked, his voice dropping to a low, serious tone. He was smart enough to realise that William's reaction was born from a specific recognition.
"It's… A trap world, then…" William's eyes moved frantically, scanning the horizon where the endless Scarlet Bears continued to swarm.
Since the moment he had arrived, he had believed this world was built solely to facilitate the destruction of lower realms like his own. But he now realised he had drastically underestimated the scope of the Mystic Arts monsters' scheme.
