"I see…!"
The moment Destin Saint's voice sounded, Immortal Nimrod stiffened because the former's tone was eerily tranquil, in fact, too tranquil.
It was as if he had finally grasped the shape of something he had never expected to find or confirmed something, as if he had seen through Nimrod's deepest, oldest gambit.
Under the hooded Immortal Nimrod's avatar, purplish flames shrank slightly, although not in fear, in pure irritation!
Immortal Nimrod knew that something had changed, and the void-eye flickered again, for the first time, not in dominance, but in reaction.
Destin Saint's fractured light stopped collapsing and then began to reassemble itself in defiance of the void's uncanny prowess.
A silent ripple spread outward from him, not of power, but of profound understanding.
