"What?"
"Safe."
·
Meteor City, underground space.
The heavily wounded Hidden Law Master silently walked into the underground, where a tall, thin writer in white clothes and a high hat was still busy writing at his desk. Seeing the Hidden Law Master arrive, he sighed repeatedly: "The enemy's schemes are intricate; it's not good to harp on the same old tune. The ambush was thwarted, how frustrating, and the Ranger's awakening was quite unexpected!"
The Hidden Law Master said woodenly, "Terror and arrogance have stepped down; this time, we have suffered a loss."
"A loss, you say? Not at all~"
The Faceless God had clearly lost a round but appeared with a look of satisfaction. He stood up from the desk and dramatically displayed the script in his hand. The words documenting the battle occasionally bore corrections, yet the final line had been written beforehand, unchanged in the slightest:
