Michael's eyes narrowed sharply as he realized Zoro was not pursuing him. Injured from their brutal engagement and significantly drained of energy, Michael had fully expected the Inferno Daemon to chase after him, seeking to deliver a decisive finishing blow. Yet strangely, that pursuit never came.
"Odd," was the solitary word the Deus Behemoth chose to describe this unsettling situation.
Numerous questions flooded his mind, but Michael knew better than to linger on such puzzles while his wounds remained severe. Priorities dictated his survival and recovery above all else.
He moved swiftly and silently away from the chaotic battlefield surrounding the Twin Dragons, the intensity of the battle fading steadily behind him.
As Michael ventured deeper into the territories of the Endlessdeath Continent, an ominous expanse came into view, sprawling endlessly before him—a sea of pitch-black miasma known notoriously as the Encroaching Darkness.
