Gathering Intelligence

"A ceremony. This place is the site for a ceremony, prepared for the arrival of a god," the clown mask took a step forward, releasing his hold on the wound.

"There, I've answered your question. You should know what comes next."

"It's a pity you didn't join Eternal Flame. But now, you've run out of chances."

"I advise against struggling; it will only make your end more painful."

Step by step, the clown mask approached Nula, with her mana shield proving utterly incapable of forming an impediment.

The moment it came into contact with the clown mask's palm, it shattered thunderously, leaving only countless points of light wandering aimlessly through the air.

A layer of iridescent film coated the clown mask's palm, a manifestation of mana condensed to its utmost limits!

The clown mask had no intention of directly interrogating Nula, considering such an approach time-consuming and ineffective.