Elf World.
The gods continued the chase beyond the trees.
They conjured a grand ship across the sea, peering into the depths below, and discovered Herodotus's terrifying battle outcome, feeling both joy and dread.
It was an army of millions from the Abyss.
He broke through two unprecedented realms, defeating such a fearsome quantity alone.
Is it true that the later in life, the more terrifying individual power becomes?
However.
No matter how strong, it will be exhausted to death.
Herodotus resembled a swiftly burning candle, always at risk of extinguishing.
"We cannot step forward to aid him." Minis stood before the gods, "Because that power is indiscriminate, and we would become targets of its strikes."
"Then, we can only be ready to assist at any time!" One god said.
Though this was said.
Minis's heart couldn't help but sink.
Herodotus had no intention of turning back.
