"Who?"
The old man who was about to attack Arvhael was suddenly stunned after hearing the voice behind him.
You know, this place was inside his space. He basically knew everything within. But suddenly, he heard someone's voice—someone he had no idea about.
Of course, he would be surprised, more so than Arvhael, who was called stupid out of nowhere.
"Tch... tch... villain dies talking too much. Don't you even know that? But I have to say, you appearing like this saves the trouble for me."
Before the old man could do anything, he heard a sarcastic word right next to his ears, followed by a long arm covered in a translucent gauntlet suddenly resting on his shoulder, holding him in place.
"What? Who are you?"
If before the mirror was only surprised, then this time he was completely flustered.
Because the moment the arm was placed atop his shoulder, he suddenly felt that he couldn't move.
Not only the movement, he couldn't even connect with his own body or artifact.
