Outside the circular bone-strewn plain, Lide instructed Lord Withered Bones to stop, making no further moves.
The scene was chilling in every aspect.
Who were these cloaked people? What was their purpose in undertaking this act?
And what about that strange stone? Was the feather floating mid-air a feather of an angel?
The eeriness of the scene furrowed Lide's brows.
"Master, it is that force, the force of the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel that I once felt on that feather!!"
At that moment, Lord Withered Bones spoke with a trace of unspeakable excitement.
"That angel must have fallen or fled..."
Because they were too far away, Lide was unable to use the System Space to check the attribute of the feather, so he couldn't make a judgment.
However, Stanley's next words changed Lide's mind about waiting.
"Your Highness, we need to interrupt these mysterious people's casting," Stanley said with extreme gravity.
"Why?"