After witnessing that impossible scene, the abyss remained silent for several breaths before the God of Hollow Undead's voice finally emerged.
"...Impossible." His words were barely audible, but the ancient altar trembled.
Destin Saint's expression seemed to have changed slightly as he immediately noticed the alteration in the Undead Skyfall's demeanor. The God of Hollow Undead seemed to be gritting his teeth beneath the countless layers of suppression.
The Undead Skyfall spoke, "Destin Saint."
"Hm?"
"I need your help."
For the first time since their meeting, there was no arrogance in the Undead Skyfall's voice, but only suppressed anger and something else…caution!
"I've sensed something wrong with the ritual."
Destin Saint's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and no one knew what he was thinking.
The God of Hollow Undead continued reluctantly, "I hate to admit it..."
His voice became colder. "But that ant might be responsible for this."
