"Well done, Romulus, seven children are enough to complete the objective. When my father returns, we'll transform them into Growth-armored Vanguards."
A voice slowly echoed, and a young figure faintly appeared in the space. One moment, he was observing from a nearby staircase, and the next, his form seemed to traverse through layers, appearing beside the wall like a pasted image.
This sensation was extremely mysterious, as if he didn't exist in three-dimensional space, sometimes disappearing, sometimes descending. Fortunately, this phenomenon did not last long. The blue-haired youth stood still in front of Romulus. He raised his hand, and the scorpion tattoo on his face, due to his displeased expression, looked extremely distorted, almost appearing to crawl.
"Ah, this damn Sequential Arcane Energy curse..."
Mo Zilan cursed:
"Whoever created this Arcane Energy, I will throw his soul into the deepest part of the Starry Abyss, never to escape for eternity!"