An uncontrollable force of an invisible qi swept across the desolate plains, like a strong wind blowing through.
The Original Sin, newly proven in this world, ravaged madly. Even its vessel could not easily subdue it.
If Mo were not wandering alone here at this moment but was instead still in that small tavern in the center of Beaver Town, even just a little leak of its aura might turn that town into history.
"Mind your own business."
The face of that Bard, unclear for some reason, flashed through his mind. Mo sneered. After the first round of the massive explosion of 'concepts' dissipated, he put on the Mask [Seal Sin].
As various attributes in his character panel rapidly declined, the 'concept' surrounding him that could drive any intelligent creature mad vanished as well.
But...
"It should have been detected by now."
He turned and glanced in the opposite direction of Sky Pillar Mountain, pressing forward step by step.
