The tightening of monster defenses did not come as a surprise to Kyle. In fact, he had been waiting for it.
After all, the monsters were nothing more than puppets protecting the last pieces of a crumbling god.
If even a few more shards were shattered, the god of justice would have no choice but to reveal itself.
He knelt in front of the exhausted scout and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You did well. Rest now. Your job is done."
Kyle said calmly, his voice neither cold nor warm—simply resolute.
The scout's eyes widened in disbelief, but before he could speak further, Kyle turned toward the puppet standing nearby.
"Rean, take him back."
The puppet gave a curt nod.
"Understood."
Rean gently lifted the scout to his feet and began walking him away.
But the scout turned one last time, urgency still burning in his eyes.
"Young master! The monsters around the shard… they're small. Bug-like. Fast. They move in swarms and hide easily. The others—"
