After saying all this, Mod seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and he said dejectedly, "Brothers of Trolian, I regret meeting you under such circumstances. This chapter will be engraved in the history of humanity amidst the Dark Epoch, but it can only be submerged in the river of time."
A faint sound of crying arose from the group.
Vier collapsed to the ground, Lance looked as if he had already fallen apart, and most of Saint Reel's warriors seemed no different, their eyes filled with indescribable sadness and despair.
Bossivale muttered, "Pope, what has happened to Pope? Why hasn't he returned? What is the king's crisis? Why does he handle it alone?"
Evela still held onto the last thread of hope:
"I am not certain about the Pope's current situation, perhaps he is temporarily trapped in some crisis unknown to us, like the Spirit Realm?"
