A few dozen minutes ago, in the hallway of the prison located within the Abyssal Depths, Sieg and Hugin stood facing Mr. Colin, who held a sword seemingly forged from the very fabric of the void.0

"Not planning to make a move? In that case, I'll take the initiative." Mr. Colin's voice echoed through the corridor. He was smiling faintly. The closed environment amplified the sound, making it seem strange and unnerving despite its ordinary tone.0

A feral, inhuman roar burst from Sieg's throat. The sound wave was so potent it almost seemed to manifest as a solid block of sound, erupting outward from Sieg and completely drowning out all the noise emanating from Mr. Colin.0

"Oh dear, oh dear. We're not having a shouting contest here, are we, Sieg Wilsbach? You're acting a bit childish, aren't you?" Colin maintained his grin as he spoke, his voice still carrying through the corridor, though the earlier unsettling distortion was now absent.0

"There's no need for tricks. They won't work," Sieg replied, his vertical pupils narrowing...0