Sometime later…
Halo arrived at the eerie atmosphere, covered in dead and gnarled trees, which had their roots emerging from the ground and snaking through the soil.
His two-day journey from the Mirror Steppe wasn't as unpleasant as he imagined. He was deemed a hero at some point as he casually slaughtered three Perverted Sinners that crossed their path.
Now, he stood before the only flourishing tree around, the one holding the Dark Saint. Normally, she would have interrupted his thoughts long ago to mock him or say something sarcastic, but he'd been standing there for quite some time without hearing a word from Saint.
This made him a little paranoid. He feared what might have happened to her… maybe she'd died from hunger or boredom, since the tree was still standing.
He got a little closer.
"Saint?"
He called out.
But he was met with silence.
"Don't tell me you are dead…"
The moment words left him, an excited voice echoed in his mind, coursing relief down his spine.
