"Alarakir."
Sawdust, the smell of alcohol, crimson.
In the Nightmare house, two long-separated evil entities were having a cordial meeting.
And amidst the fervent atmosphere, the Grand Fate Ming Emperor, who finally removed his mask, slowly repeated the name given by the God Eroder.
No threads of spiders, no locusts descending from the sky, everything was as still as before.
"You didn't just make that up, did you?"
Realizing that calling the name hadn't provoked Divine Punishment, Fu Qian frowned, suddenly worried about its authenticity.
"Heh... so what reaction did you expect?"
With a cold laugh, the Interlocutor brimmed with a disdain that comes from righteousness.
"Among the many high-ranking wills, He is indeed relatively active, but only comparatively active. What reason would He have to care about petty tests from someone like you?"
"Let alone the fact that to Him, both you and I are among the few high-quality tools."
