[What is it that you truly want?]
A voice echoed in his mind, distorted and unclear, bearing a sense of familiarity, yet difficult to distinguish from memory.
[No matter who it is, to survive till now, it must be driven by some force that keeps them moving forward. So, you who call yourself Sainy Loter, what exactly drives you?]
The question reverberated.
[Think carefully, is it the anger from the Night of the Holy Arrival?
Yes, the loyal Demon Hunters were betrayed like this; everyone vanished in the blazing fire of that night, leaving you alone to survive and continue to this day.
What you want is the truth, isn't it?
Then you've already obtained the truth; now, what is it that drives you?]
The voice gradually cleared, filled with a sinister magic power. The new Pope seemed to recall whose voice it was, but he kept his eyes shut, neither speaking nor moving.
