'The main task has been triggered?'
Ivaim's thoughts sharpened as a realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.
'Wait... does this mean Grandma Neli is the Master of Cruelty, not Darian?'
His stomach twisted.
His gaze flickered toward Nathan and the Black Veil Master.
They, too, seemed stunned by the unexpected turn of events.
'Shit...'
Before he could process it further, Neli's voice cut through the tension like a blade.
"I, Neli Valiente..."
Ivaim, Darian, and the others thrashed against their restraints.
Even Darian, still pinned by his mother's chains, struggled desperately.
'These chains... are they even further enchanted? The suppression is too strong... it's even draining my strength!'
Neli continued, her voice unwavering as the very air grew heavy around them.
"I stand before fate itself and offer my body as a vessel. May this burden of power be bound to my soul alone. May its darkness find no place beyond my grasp. By my will—by my blood—by my name..."
