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Eugene inhaled sharply.
A chair wrapped in chains. The moment he saw this, the very first thought that came to Eugene’s mind was the Demon King of Incarceration.
Whenever that Demon King appeared, he was always accompanied by the sound of chains, and he also had countless chains trailing behind him like a cloak. Not only that, the Demon King of Incarceration also held an inseparable relationship with the Demon King of Destruction.
This was because — although they weren’t sure what the actual truth was — in Eugene's and a few others’ opinions, the Demon King of Incarceration seemed to be the only one who could control the Demon King of Destruction.
At the very least, during the few times in the past when Eugene had managed to get close to the Demon King of Destruction, his attempts to find out more had always been interfered with by the Demon King of Incarceration.
This was Ravesta, the territory of Destruction. And this temple found in the depths of Ravesta might just be the Demon King of Destruction’s palace. Could it be that the Demon King of Incarceration had appeared here to ward off any intruders who approached without permission….
No, it wasn’t him.
The blurry scene on the other side of the barrier gradually became clearer. Upon seeing what lay beyond, Eugene unconsciously tried to move forward.
However, he wasn’t able to do what he wanted. This was because Noir, the one who had been watching the memory play out alongside him, grabbed Eugene’s arm.
“You can’t get any closer,” Noir whispered. “Even though this is a dream, it’s still all based on what I personally experienced. And I didn’t get to see anything past this point. So even if you get closer, Hamel, you won’t be able to see or sense anything more than this.”
As if to prove these words, the ‘dream’ shook. The shaking was because Noir’s consciousness had been damaged by what she had just witnessed in the dream.
The Noir in the dream, who had been standing there in a daze, was suddenly thrown backward, blood pouring from her eyes, nose, and mouth.
“Ver… Vermouth?” Noir gasped out in a confused tone as she kept coughing up blood.
The figure sitting in the chair, wrapped in chains, was Vermouth Lionheart. Eugene gritted his teeth at this sight.
Vermouth looked incomparably more exhausted and haggard than when Eugene had seen him in the Darkroom’s vision.
His long gray hair,...
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