Nythor felt an uneasy sensation growing deep within his heart, but he couldn't pinpoint the source of this discomfort.
"Is it because of him?" He muttered quietly as he stared at the water bubble in front of him, which was now pitch black as if it had been cast into an endless void.
He took a few deep breaths to suppress the uneasiness gnawing at him and glanced at Utharic from the corner of his eye and upon seeing the black staff in Utharic's hand, his expression relaxed slightly.
"Even if something is wrong, as long as we use this, it won't be difficult to kill him..." Nythor reassured himself before waking Utharic, who was sitting with his eyes closed.
Utharic frowned when Nythor suddenly disturbed him, but after noticing the pitch-black bubble in front of him, which was no longer showing Evan's movements, he narrowed his eyes.