"How about…"
"I take them from you?"
Ul's emotionless voice echoed through the ruined hall as Ron and Maera remained vigilant in front of him.
Both of them immediately sensed danger.
But neither understood what he meant.
Then Ul calmly spoke again.
"Let the feast begin."
Ron frowned.
"What…?"
Before he could even finish speaking—
Everything disappeared.
Darkness.
Absolute darkness.
Ron froze instantly.
"…What the…"
His grip on the spear tightened violently.
"I can't see…"
Then realization hit him harder.
"Wait…"
"I can't hear anything…"
Panic surged through his body.
There was no sound.
Nothing.
Meanwhile, from Maera's perspective, Ron suddenly became horrifying to look at. His eyes had completely turned white, lacking even pupils or irises, while the sides of his head where his ears were—
Had sealed shut into smooth skin.
Maera's eyes widened.
"What did you do to him?!"
She immediately tried lunging toward Ul—
