Golden sunlight pours down from the high dome. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is only separated by a layer of crystal, and the scorching heat carried by the sun is completely blocked, and the light in the circular stone hall is soft, cool and quiet...... But it's not comfortable.

Scott wasn't sure where that weird discomfort was coming from. He had stood here a few months before, facing the guest from hell, Manisha, the petite and plump demon, who would find out one day that what he had given her had been manipulated......

The sound of familiar footsteps interrupted his thoughts.

The heavy stone door closed silently behind Sean Freyche, and in that moment something was cut off, and the hot but vibrant world outside the door suddenly disappeared, and in the stagnant air, the skin was like crawling through by insects and ants, and an unbearable itch was raised.

"This place tickles me all over. —Manitsa had complained.

It dawned on Scott that a few months ago, he had come to use the power of this place to prevent anything from happening, and now ...... He was the "accident that could have happened."

A chill came with anger. Even if this day has long been expected......

He managed to control himself with great difficulty, but his hand still unconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword.

"You received my message. Sean's deep voice was as usual.

He stood at the door's edge at a distance, his posture and eyes almost identical to Scott's, unsettling, wary, but with a faint, cautious fluke, as if he still hoped to salvage something.

It took Scott a moment to understand what was hidden behind that seemingly meaningless statement, and his heart felt like it had been whipped with a whip, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't even keep beating.

The priesthood of the god of water have a unique way of passing messages to each other. It is based on their shared beliefs, so it will not be revealed or distorted. He turned his back on Nyo and served another god...... It would have been impossible to receive this message.

"No matter what you've been through, no matter what people call you," Sean's blue eyes seemed to be able to see through his fragile soul, "you're still her knight...... She never gave up on you. ”

A few years ago, when he had just returned to this world, that sentence was probably enough to send Scott to his knees and beg for his forgiveness.

He was terrified, ashamed and dazed. His corrupt life was born of an irreversible deal made in the midst of loneliness, pain, anger and despair.

He sold his soul and had no hope of forgiveness.

But now, he knows exactly what he has to do...... And that's not about faith.

"If you really believed that, we wouldn't be standing here today. He forced a cold question from his dry throat, "What you believe is that if I try to leave, the runes engraved at my feet will bind me like a monster from another world...... So, Sean, what the hell am I in your eyes? or...... What use am I to you?"

He knew that every word was a double-edged sword, brutally tearing apart the last warmth and weakness, crushing the last trace of hesitation in the cold light.

They weren't enemies, they just couldn't retreat. If he can't force Sean to do it as soon as possible, he has no chance of success.

The gray-haired old man still stood straight, and not many people could see his embarrassment and hesitation hidden under the calm. Sean Fletcher has always been better than anyone else at hiding his vulnerability and confusion, because that is not allowed for him.

He must be rock solid and never waver.

"I thought you understood the meaning of sacrifice. He said stiffly, with only disappointment in his eyes, "Or at least not forgotten." ”

"I haven't forgotten. Scott sneered, "But I at least have the right to know what I'm dying for?"

"For the sake of what you once believed...... If it is as you say, you will still be in awe of the goddess. ”

"How will you prove that what you are doing is her will?"

“...... Do you doubt my loyalty?" Anger burned in the eyes of the old man who was being pressed closely.

"I doubt who your loyalty belongs to. Scott didn't flinch, "Who knows what crazy seed that that necromancer left in your brain after knocking you open your skull......? He also never needs the recognition of others to prove himself right or wrong. Tell me, Sean, do you really know what you're doing, and who you're for, or are you going to draw your sword against me again, and you don't even have the courage to answer the simplest question?"

In the closed hall, every syllable he spat out slammed hard against the walls, causing layers of reverberation, surging towards the old man who could not be avoided. The disguised calmness was completely shattered, the muscles on Sean's face twitched uncontrollably, and outside the suddenly contracted pupils, the blue eyes that were once as deep as the sea were burned white by anger, but when the anger was extreme, he suddenly calmed down.

He didn't lose his mind and swung his long sword at Scott like he did last time, as if he didn't die, but the anger in his eyes was closer to Scott's cold questioning - madness.

"You're right. "I never needed recognition from others to prove myself right or wrong...... And it's for Felicity, and it's for you, Scott...... For her rebirth and eternity, for your soul to finally have a place to return - for every soul in this forsaken world, never lose its way again. ”

The answer that was finally forced out was still a heavy blow to Scott, who had been prepared for a long time.

This was more than he expected...... But it makes sense. Ed slurred, and even his own panicked and immediately denied the guess was actually the one closest to the truth.

He didn't know what Sean had done. On the smooth, unadorned gray ground beneath your feet, a little bit of starlight pierces the rocks and condenses in mid-air. Those tiny dots of light were faint at first imperceptible, and then gradually brightened so brightly that they completely overwhelmed the temperatureless golden sunlight, like a vast starry sky, gently surrounding him. Under the starry sky, the runes as thin as spider silk on the ground joined into one round arc of light after another at an increasing speed, intertwining on top of each other, and tightening up little by little.

The old song came from nowhere, lingering in my ears as if it were nothing. He couldn't move, and he didn't want to resist, but he was reluctant to close his eyes.

This is perhaps the last world he can see...... He was grateful for such indescribable beauty.

As he sank into the darkness and gave up his body completely, he felt a sense of peace and ease that he hadn't felt in a long time.

. (To be continued.) )