A touch as cold as a cold-blooded animal.
And then—
That voice.
Gyeon Jioh knew that voice.
The instant she realized it, goosebumps rose reflexively over her skin.
【That bastard.】
“Don’t come over here!”
BOOOOOOM!
A shock wave swept through the infield stands.
Jin Gyeoul stopped dead.
Jio jerked her chin.
What the hell was he coming over here for?
Couldn’t he see that the Tree of Qliphoth had manifested?
She motioned again at Gyeoul, whose entire face had crumpled, and at the hesitant Watchers, telling them to keep that thing contained.
Then Jio turned toward the direction the bastard had been sent flying.
“Why are you looking for Hey Mama here? You come to put on a concert?”
“…….”
“This sovereign has never had a brat like you.”
Why was he acting familiar when they had never even met?
There was no particular reaction from the opponent buried beneath the rubble.
Only silence.
But Jio knew he could not possibly have taken damage.
She had known the instant she swung her mana to attack him.
‘He absorbed it.’
The mage’s gaze, colder and sharper than ever before, stared into the dust cloud.
‘This avatar thing is seriously creepy.’
This went beyond a doppelgänger.
At least a doppelgänger wouldn’t devour the original owner’s power.
“No wonder something felt off. Kwon Lara didn’t have the capacity for that much. Was she the doorknob?”
“…Did I do something wrong? I’m only calling Mother, Mother.”
He was…