The sunlight had descended into madness.
Pus-green liquid continuously flowed from his body, which was decaying, but his expression was fervent. Every step he ascended was determined, like a penitent monk on a pilgrimage.
"I made it, I finally made it! Grandfather didn't lie to me, it's all true... the divine power, here I come, I will... become a god!"
As for the forest that fled with him, no one knows where it went.
After climbing for a while, he finally reached the church's peak; the door was right in front of him.
As long as he pushed open that door, everything would be in his grasp.
The next moment.
His hand touched the bottom of the door.
He, along with the door, was sliced in half.
The King of Wenster slowly landed beside him, not even sparing him a glance.
Because all his attention was already focused inside the church.
The dim church was pitch-black, with only the light shining through the stained glass barely illuminating a corner.
