Gray, lightless, dim.
The world was shrouded in a gray filter reminiscent of old movies, evoking a sense of still and distant memories.
It was as if everything happening before one's eyes was not the present… but a "past" performed in pantomime.
Those deep, depressive, stagnant colors, however, gave Mahavira a strong sense of security at this moment.
For he recognized the owner of this Spiritual Energy instantly.
——Silence.
Or rather…
"Inferior…"
Mahavira muttered unconsciously.
——Quiet down and listen to my voice.
The young man's Spiritual Energy announced itself so boldly.
It all resembled a scene from his childhood, only the sides of friend and foe had shifted.
The overwhelming drones before the man were like moths to a flame.
Mahavira's eyes widened slightly.
That was undoubtedly the Spiritual Energy of the man known as "Inferior."
Even in Strangulation, one couldn't hear their own voice.
"Our 'great Hero'…"
