"What I want to say is, many years have passed, and people say that old stories can be buried."
Hesintos stepped over the bloodstains,
"But I finally understand this is wrong, because the past will crawl up by itself."
He lightly raised the tip of his index finger, speaking to Rashal like a conductor of an orchestra.
"Hesintos... you... what's wrong with you?"
Rashal questioned with a deep voice while retreating.
He didn't think that in his injured state, he was much weaker than Hesintos, the First Army God, but every nerve cell in his brain was telling him that he must not entangle any further with the man before him today.
"Why did you kill Violet, who was on your side? Aren't you clear-headed now?"
Only then did Rashal belatedly realize that the seal binding him had completely disappeared.
Although he regained his freedom and should have been ecstatic, he only felt a shiver down his spine at this moment.
