"Fisher!"
All around the coast, the summoning ritual for the Demon God, with its thick crimson like a sea of blood, receded bit by bit as Fisher moved, as if the branches losing roots could only wither, and the whole earth and sky quieted down, as if nothing had ever happened.
Seeing the sky and earth quieting down, making Fisher's figure particularly clear, Rafael and Moli hurriedly ran to the shore.
At the center of the ritual, they first saw the girl named "Ingrid" already unconscious, lying on the ground, while Fisher was half-kneeling in front of her, with something seemingly writhing on his body, or rather, it was more like his own body was writhing irregularly.
But even before the two ladies arrived, he had already returned to his original human form.
Hearing the sound beside him, Fisher instinctively turned his head, but there was almost no expression on his face, his eyes somewhat vacant, appearing quite lost.
"Fisher?"
