Mephisto raised his head, seeing a line of golden light pillars in the night sky and another one mirroring it far away, reaching the clouds. He stood up from the grass, patting the leaves off his body. Among the four, he had escaped from the Fog Nightmare's attack with the most ease. The Holy Multi-Headed Dragon had hardly troubled him, but after leaving the forest, he unexpectedly got lost.
Mephisto raised his head, looking at the light pillar, his eyes gleaming. He stopped, then began walking in that direction.
Meanwhile...
The instant when the dazzling light pillar erupted, Andesa grew countless tendrils from her back, shooting towards Brand at the center of the light pillar, trying to stop this grand Divine Power reaction. But she didn't expect her tenacious vines, upon touching those golden lights, to burn up like paper meeting fire, instantly turning to ash.
