Only by surviving can one qualify to discuss other matters.
The Withered was preparing to run.
He failed.
He wanted to completely distance himself from this place of trouble.
"But if the organization over there demands accountability, how should I handle it?"
The Withered thought of the organization's mystery and strength, and thought of the Divine behind it, biting his teeth hard.
"Tch! I don't care about them! Worst... at worst I'll escape, they can't possibly send someone to capture me, the traitor!"
He wasn't someone who could be easily manipulated.
I am Legendary!
Legendary Peak Great Druid!
Do I not have the right to resist?
However, the naive Fallen thought he had regained control of his fate.
But he forgot an important rule concerning life and death—a piece already on the board has never had the right to escape.
He had no choice at all.
Not in the past.
Not now, either.
"Alright, before others notice me, I quickly—hmm...!!?"
