The last Landbreaker fell. A brief silence descended upon the underground hideout. A long trail of red blood stained the floor, and the lingering scent of Hemomancy still hung in the air. You caught your breath and surveyed the surroundings. Beside you, Camus slowly pulled himself up. He was exhausted from the battle that had just ended, but his gaze did not linger on the fallen Landbreakers. Deep within the passage. He was staring at the bloodstains left there.

"...."

Camus quietly moved forward. At that moment.

Clap

The sound of a single clap echoed from the darkness.

A leisurely voice drifted out. A man emerged from the shadows. White hair. A red halo. A face strikingly similar to Camus's. However, the smile on his lips and the look in his eyes were entirely different.

Charles Arnaud.

He looked at the two of them with a nonchalant expression, as if he had been watching the entire situation from the start.

Charles chuckled lightly.