He slowly stood up, calmly watching the arrival of Ignatius and others.
Just five minutes ago, he had found a way to escape this "Prison" of Space, but he didn't leave because he wanted to see who would come.
Ignatius tilted his head and looked at Ronan in front of him, with a cruel and ferocious light flowing little by little in his orange-gold pupils.
"I don't see the expression on your face that I wanted to see..."
Ignatius's mouth curved upward, his pearly teeth gradually revealed, and he spoke in a hoarse, low voice: "Honestly...I'm very disappointed."
Ronan sighed softly, reaching his hand to touch his earlobe.
Blue light shot out, with [Land of Frost] Magic Tool Set fitting onto his body piece by piece.
The anomaly at the center of the Arena calmed several fighting groups nearby.
"Boom!"
Terrifying Spell power banged fiercely against the silver barrier of nothingness, only to initiate some insignificant ripples.
