-Plop, plop, plop...
Suddenly, Heepha frowned, noticing a strange phenomenon with her shadow that was like the pot of a boiling alchemist, with dark and viscous bubbles emerging from it.
But the next moment, her eyes widened before she rushed down to the balcony behind Sylvia, where her shadow originally was.
[[My heart is filled with joy at your return, my lord.]]
She said, after kneeling in front of Alvine's silhouette that was still half visible.
-?!!
Hearing Heepha's voice coldly resonate in an unknown language, the six punishers with her turned around to satisfy their curiosity.
"Hm, I see you're not with Dalvine. Did something happen to him? I can't feel his presence." Alvine murmured with his rock voice.
'Strange greetings.' He murmured to himself with his inexpressive expression.
"Huh? Could it be....