The wails of his unworthy ancestor faded as Westheid moved farther and farther away from the Purity Forest.
Now that he knew the Pure Holy Spirit's current situation, Westheid had a better grasp of things. With his approach, the main Chaos forces would have to split up; they couldn't possibly intensify their assault on the Purity Forest.
Therefore, he didn't have to worry about the Pure Holy Spirit suddenly dying. As long as she didn't keep using the Magic Power meant for defense to tend to her garden... 'Damn it, I'm not so sure about that.'
'Westheid was starting to regret telling the Pure Holy Spirit he was coming to save her. What if she misunderstood, popped the champagne early, and lowered her defenses?'
In any case, to avoid getting dragged down by his unbelievably terrible teammate, Westheid had to immediately draw Chaos's attention. He needed to pull their fire onto himself, because he was genuinely afraid his unworthy ancestor would just throw her life away for nothing.
