The coachman twisted his tentacle-covered skull, using the solitary eye in the center to examine the three people and one candle before him.
His gaze quickly locked onto Price Silver Tail, the most powerful presence there, observing the fissured mouse skull underneath the silver armor and the faint abyssal aura that lingered.
Clap~clap~clap! The coachman actually began to applaud.
"How rare~ There actually exists someone who refuses 'Condensed Face,' and moreover, he did so without any assistance, tearing off the mask by himself. What formidable willpower, truly admirable.
However, if you refuse the Abyss, why come here? Such beings are not permitted to face the Abyss."
Price, feeling no threatening aura from the other party, chose to respond calmly, "I am merely an escort, tasked with protecting my friends on their journey to the Abyss."
As he spoke, the silver tail coat rose slightly, pointing towards William who stood beside.
