Treve could feel that he was on the verge of collapsing as he watched Davey disappear without a trace.

Illusions weren’t ridiculously powerful; Treve had also sacrificed too many things to subdue a giant transcendental being like Shandra. Although, it showed how OP his abilities were just from the fact that he could do that in the first place.

“Cough… Cough! Gag!” Treve kept coughing up blood, and his body was beyond wrecked, but he couldn’t die now.

Treve had a clear goal in life: to receive orders and execute them. For someone like him, who had received orders ever since he could understand them, he never found it worthwhile to consider alternatives.

However, he didn’t feel good at all for some reason; he didn’t desperately hold onto this job, even killing his partner along the way, to feel like this.

“Why aren’t you doing anything?”

Treve thought Davey, who was reduced into powder by Shandra’s breath, was dead for sure. He stared at Rinne, who was strangely still. Considering her temper, it wouldn’t be weird...