The moment Abysmal decided to puncture the head, Raphael was ready to cancel the vortex. The blue blood that covered the water from the octopus's body to the vortex was mixed with lethal poison. Moreover, there were bits of flesh that might render the vortex useless. After all, Raphael cast a weak spell to not pull the serpents.
It's just that breaking the spell would mean that the ink, blood, and poison would spread further. How inconvenient was this kind of design?
"Geez, you just have to pop the head." Roth came to the rescue and deployed his green mist. In an instant, the poison and ink vanished as if they evaporated. However, as he did so, he flinched in his spot. "S-Sinclair, did you feel that?"
"I did," the overlord answered, reminding them of his presence. To be honest, even Raphael didn't know why this overlord didn't even bother helping out. It's just that… his expression was so dark that the first prince knew that something was happening.