"Ivana, you are a good child, you need to do the right thing."
After being knocked unconscious by Zane, these words echoed in Ivana’s mind.
But Ivana didn’t know who actually said this to her.
Was it grandmother or that... Wildfire believer?
Dazed, Ivana heard someone speaking.
"Priest Ulu, will the Holy Lady be alright?"
"Of course, don’t underestimate my Rhein Magic, kid."
"But she hasn’t woken up yet."
"Because she’s just pretending to be asleep."
"...That can’t be, right?"
"If you don’t believe me, just lick her once."
"Will she wake up if I lick her?"
"That depends on where you lick her."
Originally too exhausted to open her eyes, Ivana suddenly found the strength to force them open. She saw Vic sitting beside her deep in thought and immediately spoke up.
"I... am awake." She said with some difficulty, "No need for you to call me."
Seeing Ivana awake, Vic cheerfully said, "It’s good that you’re okay, Miss Ivana. When we brought you back last night, your heartbeat almost stopped."
Ivana gradually came back to her senses and realized she was lying under the two spears at the back door of the Temple of Courage.
Vic was sitting next to her, while Bai Wei stood by the door, leisurely playing with a serrated knife.
The back door of the Temple of Courage had been opened, allowing the warm sunlight to pour in directly. It dispelled the gloom and darkness of the previous night and revealed the path to the next temple, giving a sense of relief, as if everything from the night before was just a nightmare.
But Ivana knew that it was not a nightmare.
So even under the warm sunlight, Ivana’s eyes dimmed again.
"I betrayed you all." She said directly to Bai Wei, who stood by the door, "I was sent by them to get close to you... or rather, to get close to Vic."
Hearing Ivana’s words, Bai Wei put away the serrated knife in his hand and looked at her with a faint smile.
"Remember what I told you yesterday, Holy Lady." Bai Wei said, "Whether it’s humans or gods, once they die, they’re dead. There’s no coming back."
Ivana’s pupils slightly contracted, "You knew?"
"This kid told me." Bai Wei gestured towards Vic, "Last night, he watched everything from the side and then kept pleading with me."
"Yes, asking me not to hold you accountable." Bai Wei said lazily, "He pleaded on your behalf."
Ivana subconsciously looked towards Vic, who scratched his head and said, "After all, back then you wanted to save me, so I thought..."
"We can discuss this on the way."
Bai Wei interrupted Vic, then produced a wild fruit from somewhere and tossed it to Ivana, just like Ivana had thrown fruit to them yesterday.
Ivana caught it, and then heard Bai Wei say.
"We don’t have much time left."
"What’s this?" Fig looked at the pile of still-active rotten flesh in front of him and frowned slightly, "Our Devourer?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his knights stepped forward to examine it and soon had an answer.
"Yes, Lord Bishop, this is our Devourer." The knight responded.
"Indeed, it has already tracked us here."
Fig looked at the scene before him.
Even as a Bishop with much experience, the scene still made him feel a bit uncomfortable.
There were dismembered limbs, decaying meat everywhere.
The ground was covered with countless scratches, as if gouged out with fingers, filled with dark red blood, above which floated countless insect corpses torn to pieces.
Fig gazed at the blood pool closest to him, where two crows that came to scavenge ate the flesh drifting on the pool and suddenly went berserk, attacking each other.
In less than a minute, there were two more mangled pieces of meat on the blood pool.
This was indeed their Devourer.
The Devourer is undying, even if pulverized, it can "live" again by entering another lifeform and resume its pursuit of Visas’ power.
But the problem was, those two crows did not unite to track the Corpse Blocks after eating the Devourer’s flesh. Instead, they began to slaughter each other.
Clearly, the carnage here was caused by countless split Devourers in continuous internal slaughter. A gang of undying monsters, endlessly beaten down, reshaped, then fight, like a perpetual motion machine.
But this was not normal!
Because it seemed like their deeply ingrained grievances in the cells had been changed by Visas to target one another.
How is this possible?
These are the products of the gods’ grievances. Who could rewrite their grievances?
Fig already had a bad feeling, knowing that his strongest card besides himself was the Devourer.
But now the Devourer was having problems.
It seems this place is not as simple as he thought.
Just then, a knight hurried over, looking very uneasy.
"Lord Bishop, we found a... very strange situation."
"We found a trail of footprints, leading away from here."
"No." The knight said in a low voice, "Judging from the arrangement of the footprints, it’s someone... with human intelligence."