‘Where did he go?’
Among the watching wraiths, the black-clad one bothered me the most.
I had tried several times to break through with my wooden sword, annoyed that he kept watching me, but every time the wraiths blocked me as if protecting a king.
Could there be a king even among the wraiths?
These were beings that killed their fleeing comrades without hesitation, yet they sometimes died protecting the black-clad one—whether by my hand or the Sword Demon’s.
It gave me a strange thought.
Although the wraiths were being led as if they were in retreat, it felt like the black-clad one was actually the center of everything unfolding.
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