“[Gyeon Jioh! What are you—!]”
Gotsha’s shoulders jolted in alarm.
The Watchers, who had been quietly observing from the audience, had also sprung out the instant the Qliphoth formation activated and were already helping Jioh.
[Gotsha!]
Don’t lose focus.
There was not even enough leeway for Crowley to say more than that.
After the brief shout, he immediately resumed reciting the sealing incantation without pause. Beads of sweat rolled down his tense neck.
Jioh knew.
Among the four Watchers of the World, the two of the North and West specialized in magic and Mystery.
Those two were holding down one axis, while she and Gyeoul held the other, yet the Qliphoth formation still refused to close.
They could not afford to let their attention wander.
But.
“That idiot……!”
Jioh’s face twisted violently.
Choi Dawit ran like a gale.
Her companions, her friends, called her name in horror, but there was nothing she could do about it.
‘I can’t help it either!’
She could never call her childhood a good one.
Anyone might point at that utterly miserable past and call it pitiful.
But all of that, too, was Dawit.
The foundation that had built and shaped the person called Choi…