The Midnight Duke's thoughts scattered, 'Was it an illusion, or a formation blind spot? No, perhaps a recording error?!'
Without hesitation and filled with disbelief, he replayed the scene once more, but the same outcome occurred, and seeing this, his face beneath the mask went pale.
He remained in that state for an unknown time, and before he could decide on a response, a cold, dominant voice exploded directly within his mind.
"Did you see it?!"
The Midnight Duke nearly jolted from his dais. Had his mind not already been in turmoil, he would never have reacted so visibly.
Nonetheless, he knew who that voice belonged to, and he immediately knelt within his own consciousness, suppressing the chaos in his mind.
"Y-your Majesty Evernight Fiend King…" His voice, though controlled, carried unmistakable shock. "Are you speaking about… Nomad?"
