Ereneth pressed her lips tightly together, her gaze locked on Dark. Her eyes widened slightly as a thought struck her, and her heartbeat quickened.
âNo... it canât be. That doesnât make sense.â
A single entity came to mind, but that being was sealed alongside âhim.â If it had resurfaced, it should only be in tandem with âhim.â
âNo, Iâm overthinking this. Itâs just a similar aura.â
The being she was thinking of was neither crude nor childish like this... thing. That other presence was born from a storm of overwhelming emotions, harboring nothing but sorrow and gloom.
Closing her eyes, she rubbed her temples.
âThe world has changed a lot during my absence.â
She was out of sync with this era. After so many years in isolation, it was no surprise that the world had evolved in ways she didnât understand.
Even mana techniques had changed. Humans, ever resourceful and quick to adapt, had undoubtedly developed things she wasnât familiar with.
Holy power and the aura of the Salvation Order were inherently opposed. Rift beasts, in particular, would never tolerate the divine. If Ghislain truly were tied to the Salvation Order, he wouldnât be able to cooperate with a priest like Piote. And hadnât the Count repeatedly thwarted the Salvation Orderâs Rift expansions?
âI made a mistake.â
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