Duke Haborym calmly shifted his gaze to the far left. On a rooftop stood Damian, firm and unyielding, steam diffusing from his body in thin wisps. If he had remained within that sea of flames for even a moment longer, he would have been seriously hurt.
"It's strong," Damian muttered under his breath as he dusted some ash off his shoulder.
Even now, he felt no fear. If anything, his curiosity had only deepened, especially toward the second layer of the barrier. Glancing around once more, Damian took in the apocalyptic scene before him. The crimson sky was dyed red beneath the blood moon, and under its eerie glow the world felt hollow and desolate. Before, his senses had at least told him people were around, but now it felt as though the world itself had been emptied, leaving only him, this crazy priest, and a demon noble behind.
[Name: False World Skill!]
[Type: Active]
