Pseudo Dungeon Incident Ended

The white-haired man furrowed his brows, puzzled by the sight of Akaya clinging to the ceiling. "What the hell is going on?" he asked, though his question quickly became irrelevant. Contemplating the countless possible effects of various skills was a fruitless endeavor.

("To think the monster weapon we brought to take down the Sword Saint would be dealt with by someone else…")

The plans of the Collapse Theorists had met a significant miscalculation.

"Higure, heh, February, what…what's happening with February…?"

Chain asked, barely able to breathe, bent over in pain from his groin, unable to check on the situation beyond him.