The wind whipped against Helios's Bishop robes.
His face was as stark and rigid as a withered statue.
A strange light flickered for a moment deep within his pupils.
'Flee!'
Having vaguely guessed at something terrible, Helios gritted his teeth and turned to leave without a backward glance.
The ramparts of the Steam Castle were on the verge of being breached.
But even if they were, could he possibly fight against the power of a potential Divine Kingdom?
If... if his opponent truly wielded the terrifying power of a Divine Kingdom.
If he continued his attack, he would almost certainly be the one to die.
That man, Lucifer, had likely already fallen to the power of that potential Divine Kingdom.
If he fought any longer, he too would be buried here by that dreadful power.
His escape was exceptionally decisive.
'Is the Evil Spirit Sequence that Zorn Korick wields really so terrifying?'
