Shinseong-gyeong’s (Holy Scripture’s) companions, friends, and family called out to her until their voices cracked. Yet no matter how they called, their voices did not reach her.
She was deaf, and her eyes had gone blind. Her unfocused, hollow gaze seemed to reflect nothing.
“…….”
Meanwhile, the one most shocked by this scene was Teshilid. He couldn’t even bring himself to call her name.
He stood there, stupefied, forgetting that he needed to resist the rules of the dungeon.
In that brief lapse, countless wraithly hands began dragging his body into the demonic realm’s garbage pit. If not for the holy sword stabbed into the ground acting as a brake, he would already have been swallowed by that deep, dark mire.
“Ai…….”
Aillet had fallen.
He had just resolved to save her and the world in a righteous way.
His god was always like this.
In the next moment, Teshilid gritted his teeth. If he did not, he felt sure a miserable cry would tear through the sky and only entertain his god.
With a…
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