"Who's this Sea God you keep talking about? Where is he? Did he summon the Heaven Demons?"
Usher's voice was cold as his longbow hovered inches from Mabubu's forehead.
Elsewhere, alien adventurers trying to flee Obseria were mercilessly hunted down the moment they crossed the walls—Skyslasher's orders, no exceptions.
The blood-soaked methods left no room for mercy.
"Arrogant scum! I'd rather die than betray my god!"
Mabubu might've looked like a freak, but the fish-faced commander had a spine. He raised his head proudly, fully ready to die on the spot.
Usher narrowed his eyes, slowly lowering his hand. Killing one of the few high-ranking figures left in this city wasn't smart—not until they had answers.
"If any of you still remember what it means to be a god's adventurer," Mabubu said haughtily, "then repent your sins and return to the gods' embrace!"
The crowd stared at each other, completely unsure how to proceed. The interrogation hit a stalemate.
