One month later.
The carriage traveled through the dense forest, accompanied by the turning of wheels, a path made of flames spread forward along the ground.
"Stop!"
At the words, Jima pulled the reins sharply.
A breeze blew by, lifting the carriage curtain, as a flame shot out from within, casting towards the depths of the dense forest.
Before long.
A figure wrapped in flames fell in front of the carriage.
"Divine's Favored…"
Carl spoke slowly:
"If you wanted to escape, you should have run far away, but you couldn't bear to abandon the followers you attracted and hid nearby."
"Courting death!"
"Ah…" The fallen Divine's Favored struggled desperately, letting out an unwilling roar towards the carriage:
"Dou Sha!"
"You have become the enemy of all Divine's Favored, no matter how strong your power, you will die by our hands!"
"Is that so?" Carl's voice was calm:
"I've been waiting for this day, but unfortunately, you won't see it."
