Gustine stood up, his eyes widened; his core had liquefied and broken, crippling him in using aura and mana.
At this point, he remembered when he and Onver first met. How he had captured him.
He shouldn't have done that.
He threatened him, telling him to cut Onver's finger because he thought he was an assassin.
He should have thought twice.
How He helped Onver and wanted to recruit him.
Then Onver rapidly progressed in powers and met him.
Then how Cara had entrapped him in the ice coffin.
He should have broken it.
On the other hand, Onver stood up, finally getting a moment to breathe.
When his eyes observed the room, he was enchanted with the lavish curtains and design.
The glowing white particle in the room glimmered and travelled toward a bed that had a coffin made of pure glass.
The white particle travelled on and was absorbed within it, entering.