Allen's body slammed into a cold, broken metal wall, and he slid down the rusted surface to the ground.
He propped himself up with one hand. Waves of intense pain crashed against his skull, as if countless steel needles were churning his brain.
This was the aftereffect of his spiritual link being invaded and forcibly severed. It felt like something had been ripped out of his brain by the roots, leaving behind a bloody, gaping void.
He had lost the "Sky Throne," ten legions and countless Golems, Gabriel, Cyclops, and... No. 18.
All gone.
An investment of hundreds of millions of Magic Stones had become fuel for the enemy in just one minute.
Allen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the searing pain in his mind. He tried to send a distress signal to the outside world through his personal terminal as an Association investigator.
[Signal transmission failed...]
[Wide-area spatial interference Force Field detected... Cross-Plane communication protocol disabled.]
