The wind blew in a high velocity, as if the nature itself didn't want to be engulfed by the dark mist of the abyss. I also prefered it best if they removed the Abyss influence by themselves, without me having to take any actions. But it would be begging too much. I knew that they wouldn't stop once they gone this far.
I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the incoming battle.
However, a complete opposite to our tense stances, the Apostle looked at us with an effortless smile.
"I know you will understand me, Tizmilly," said Jahreon, extending his hand toward her. "We are the same. They betrayed us. The society betrayed us, labelling me, and you, over something we didn't do!"
Tizmilly didn't say anything. However, her eyebrows knitted together lightly as he continued.
"Don't you think this world... those people need to be punished? By something bare, cruel, fair, and universal. From a race superior than us. Our former rulers—the Demons!"
