Appearing in Janice's villa, Crimson Eyes immediately sensed the space within it was blocked by a curse art or tool. What's more, it severed the villa's interior from the disturbances of the outside world. As a result, he remained oblivious to the fact that Delories was trapped in a Sky-Prism array half a mile above the villa.
Standing in nothing but a small white towel, Crimson Eyes massaged face cream onto his skin with slow, deliberate movements, his crimson irises glowing faintly under the villa's dim lights. His gaze flickered between the two female Cursemasters before him. He analyzed them silently, to determine which of the two possessed the space-type curse tool or art.
Godiva's sharp voice broke through the quiet as she barked commands at Claudia, preparing what appeared to be a teleportation-type curse tool. Crimson Eyes' lips curved into a faint, humorless smirk determining her as the leader and narrowed his eyes on her assuming Godiva to be the one blocking the space of villa's interior from the outside world.
With a single thought, he activated his curse arts aiming at the two Cursemasters, restraining them both, though he focused more on Godiva, who seemed intent on escaping through teleportation.
But Crimson Eyes had gravely miscalculated. The other Cursemaster—silent and composed—was the true wielder of the space-type curse tool. She moved with an almost eerie speed, she shattered his restraints with a flicker of power. Before Crimson Eyes could react, she retaliated, binding him with her Cloak curse tool and teleporting the two of them out of the villa, far from Godiva.
Crimson Eyes wasn't one to go down without a fight. Mid-teleportation, he activated his own innate curse tool, its crimson glow slicing through the space field with sheer force. The teleportation shattered, leaving the two of them stranded roughly 32 to 33 miles north of their original location.
As the space around him stabilized, Crimson Eyes inhaled sharply. For the first time, he took in the chaos unfolding outside the villa. His glowing eyes darted toward the horizon, locking onto his sister's resort. Hovering above it, a Sky-Prism array hung ominously in the air, radiating power. His brows furrowed, and a spark of fury flashed across his face.
Focusing his gaze on the array, he could just make out Delories, her figure trapped within the hexagonal prism barrier. In each of its corners, twelve Sky-tier Cursemasters worked in unison, their curse energy humming ominously as they prepared to transform the Sky-Prism into a teleportation array. Their intent was clear—they were planning to teleport Delories and themselves out of the country.
Crimson Eyes clenched his fists, cursed energy swirling around him like a storm as he stepped into the air, the space beneath his feet rippling with his power. Just as he prepared to intervene, his path was blocked.
The middle-aged Cursemaster, shrouded in shadow like cloak, materialized before him, her presence oppressive and unwavering. Claudia's voice was desprate, almost prepared to die as she declared, "You are not going anywhere, Crimson Eyes."
Crimson Eyes' jaw tightened, his glowing eyes narrowing as he locked onto Claudia. His voice was low but laced with menace as he spoke. "As if you can stop me." The blood-red hue of his irises deepened, a tangible aura of malice radiating from him as he prepared to strike, his cursed energy coiling around him like a living force.
Claudia who was prepared to die didn't falter, her own curse energy flaring in defiance.
But before Crimson Eyes could make his move, both he and Claudia froze in shock. One of the Cursemasters responsible for the Sky-Prism array had fallen. The sharp hum of the hexagonal barrier began to wane as two sides of the prism flickered and vanished. High above, Delories seized the opportunity. With the swiftness of a predator, she tore through the air toward the falling Cursemaster. In one brutal motion, she ended his life, her movements a blur of violence, and claimed his curse tool before vanishing into the stormy sky.
Crimson Eyes, poised to attack Claudia, was facing toward Treasure lake from beginning so his glowing eyes caught the events unfolding above the resort. His enhanced vision allowed him to clearly witness what had transpired as such the projectile that struck the Cursemaster caught his attention.
Curiosity replacing his anger, Crimson Eyes extended his senses, following the residual energy trail left by the projectile. He traced its source to two peculiar curse energy signatures that were being constantly erased. His gaze flickered as he tried to discern who—or what—they belonged to, but the signatures vanished, leaving behind no trace.
Claudia, seizing the distraction, activated her curse art. A faint ripple of energy surrounded her cloak as she teleported away. Crimson Eyes' head snapped back toward her position, but it was too late—she had already reached her comrades. From there, she swiftly teleported them all back to Countess Godiva Wulfric's territory.
Though they had the advantage in numbers, Claudia and her team had made a calculated decision to retreat. Staying to capture either Sky Slayer or Crimson Eyes would be risky, as both the McSuile family Cursemasters and the C.I.B. were undoubtedly already on their way.
With the enemy gone, Crimson Eyes wasted no time. His oppressive curse energy surged as he propelled himself toward the source of the projectile. He did not restaint his energy because he was signaling the unknown cursemater to show himself. Delories, sensing his unmistakable curse energy signature, quickly joined him at the location.
The two exchanged no words, their unspoken coordination honed over countless battles. With a shared understanding, they began scouring the area for any sign of the unknown Cursemaster who had intervened. The search brought them to the rooftop above the local school gymnasium. From their vantage point, they saw that the building was being used as a shelter for locals escaping the storm.
Crimson Eyes' sharp gaze swept across the gymnasium, his energy coiling around his irises as he scanned it searching for the unknown cursemaster. Delories remained alert, her feets ground on her innate curse tool. Just then she noticed Crimson Eyes' breathing grow irregular as he withdrew his oppressive energy. Curious, she asked, "What is it, youngmaster? Did you find something?"