Just as Skyler and the others left and the gate vanished, many people from various races arrived at the blood-soaked scene.

They whispered among themselves, trying to figure out who could have caused such a massive commotion in the second level of Battle Royal—and where those culprits had gone. More importantly, just how had they managed to kill so many powerful beasts?

Amidst the crowd, the expressions on the faces of the Dark Lights were especially unpleasant. One of them muttered coldly.

"The gate has vanished again."

The others beside him wore equally ugly expressions. The Dark Lights had actually found the gate to the next level a few days ago, but for some reason, it had vanished.

Later, they concluded that someone had secretly entered the gate and caused it to shift locations after that person left. The revelation left them stunned—not only had the intruder entered under their watch, but the fact that they even knew how to alter the gate's position was beyond shocking.

The villains needed the gate because their leaders on the higher levels, who had been scheming something big ever since the sky in Eldoria cracked, required many slaves.

That's why urgent orders were sent to all the Dark Lights in the Battle Royal through messages sent using the system points.

To meet this requirement, the Dark Lights had been purchasing and capturing people, then sending them in batches to the higher levels using a special capsule bought from the system shop—an item that covered the gate and stopped it from shifting locations, no matter how many times it was used.

So, the Dark lights on the second level poured all their resources into relocating the gate again, and though they eventually managed to find it again, who would have thought it would vanish the moment they left the area because of the monsters?

The leader of the villains on the second level gritted his teeth in fury and spat out.

"The one who shifted the gate location this time... if I catch you, I'll make sure you beg for death long before I'm done with you!"

Next to him, his minion whispered.

"What should we do next, boss?"

He shot the man a cold glare.

"What else? All of you—get moving and start looking for the gate's new location!"

But barely half a day later, the middle-aged boss with tattoos across his neck received news that something similar had happened on the third level too, leaving him stunned.

"What the, who are these youngsters? The first one comes alone, unnoticed, but the second arrives with a horde of beasts?"

He and the boss of the villains on the third level were bewildered when, just a day later, similar news arrived from the fourth level.

No one could understand what was going on, and by the time another similar report came, they had already grown numb to it.

Still, these incidents alarmed many within the Battle Royal—especially the powerful Dark Lights and other influential figures.

Some kids were climbing the levels as if it were nothing more than a casual stroll, yet they left behind no trace of themselves. In the end, no one was able to find them.

***

Meanwhile, in heaven, inside a small yet elegant castle, many angels barged in to seize a lady seated gracefully on a carpet.

She was breathtaking—her pale, flawless skin glowed softly, golden hair cascading down to her legs, and a pair of immense wings unfurled gracefully from her back.

Her eyes, fully concealed behind a veil of white fabric, narrowed as she frowned.

"What's the meaning of this?"

She demanded, her voice calm yet edged with sharpness, as the angels around her closed in, restraining her. A handsome, tall man stepped forward from the angels and, with ease, fastened a metal collar around her neck despite her frantic struggles. It was cold and locked all her divine power.

A soft smile curved his lips. If Riruru had been here, she would have recognized him instantly—the familiar majestic wings, the unmistakable aura of purity, the gray eyes dotted with brown specks, and silver hair.

He was the same winged man who had labeled Skyler 'filth, a spawn of hell' in her dream—the one who had mocked Skyler while her body was trapped and helpless.

The man's calm voice rang out.

"Don't struggle, Si. It's pointless. We are acting under the leader's orders—he has summoned you to the Heavenly Hall."

He reached down and patted the head of the golden-haired angel. Her body recoiled instantly, her expression dark and furious.

His gaze darkened at her actions. With a soft click of his tongue, he leaned closer, lowering his voice so that only she could hear, every word dripping with menace.

"I told you to be mine."

His voice turned even more dangerous.

"But no, no... you always regarded me with nothing but disdain. And look at you now—abandoned, even by the leader. Yet you still think you are so high? Tell me, can you even comprehend the danger you're in? Hmm?"

He chuckled and stepped back.

"I bet you don't, dear Si."

Her expression grew even angrier.

"Sebastian! Stay in your place! Even if the leader has called me, how dare you treat me like this! Why restrain me like this?"

She looked at the angels around her.

"And you all—I command you to retreat! Do you all no longer fear the consequences?"

But no matter what she said, her words fell on deaf ears. They paid no attention to her.

The one she called Sebastian also seemed unfazed, simply ordering the angels around her to drag her along, which only deepened her confusion. What actually was going on?

He was indeed stronger than her, yet his rank among the angels was below hers.

After all, the leader he spoke of—the head of all the angels—was none other than her father. She truly couldn't understand why she was being restrained like a criminal.

Did he fear she would try to run?

But why? What could drive her to flee?

She had no intention of escaping—she had spent her entire life within the serene walls of heaven. Even if she wanted to run away for any reason, where could she truly go?

Moreover, everyone in Heaven knew she couldn't live long because of her broken soul. So why would she even try to run? It was better to spend her remaining years here quietly, surrounded by her friends.