After the eerie sound rang out once, it disappeared.
The entire square was silent, without wind, seeming completely normal.
Ronan was sure he hadn't imagined the sound; he recalled the location from which it had come and turned his gaze...
To the dragon statue of Dragon Witch Chief Bahafus.
Ronan's expression was calm as he slowly walked toward the stone statue.
Beneath the magic robe, the titanium moved over his skin like water.
In the Spirit Space, there were no free energy particles present, but that didn't mean spells couldn't be cast at all. It just meant that without the support of outside free energy particles, spells relying solely on self-generated or stored energy would lose much of their power.
"Tap—Tap—"
The fine boots crafted from third-order demon skin made clear and steady footsteps on the ground.
Step by step, Ronan approached the dragon stone statue, carefully observing from the top of the dark dragon downward, bit by bit.
There was no change.
