"Tsk—"
Ronald clicked his tongue, his expression somewhat helpless.
There wasn't much he could do about Bapulor's extreme emotions. With a snap of his fingers, the power of the "Archangel" came into effect immediately.
After the explosion, the airflow and the chaotic phenomena were already subsiding.
Uncontrolled spells, when faced with the actively deployed abilities of Ronald, were promptly cleared away, leaving an empty area.
The darkness could pose an obstacle.
But it could not hinder the sight of Ronald and Bapulor.
Above the pitch-black sea, where little William had once been, a bizarrely shaped thing had taken the place of the original cult magician.
It was an entity composed of straight lines, with the outlines of a human form.
Where the head of a human should have been, there was an inwardly concave triangle in the center, appearing to be an organ for observing the world.
Besides that, the thing was entirely black.
Without merging any extraneous...
