Darius caught a whiff of even more blood from the cracks. It sent a vile sensation down his throat, and he wanted to vomit. Darius kept his eyes open, not wanting to miss out on what had happened.

However, he immediately frowned, taken aback by the endless pool of blood and tall piles of dead bodies. As the black barrier gradually vanished, the bodies poured outward like water gushing from a broken dam.

Lips twitching, Darius could not accept the gruesome and unjust scene before him. His breathing hastened, and his mind filled with murderous rage.

Just then, Teivel spoke up; the only difference was his voice rang out from before Darius this time. He snapped, “Darius, those bodies belong to the people in black robes. You may find them pitiful now, but you’ll ultimately learn that they’re unworthy of your compassion.”

The former spoke with an edgier, almost angry tone that Darius had never heard before. Because of that, Darius realized the gravity of things and took several deep breat