Leon continued walking through the mysterious place. More than fifteen minutes had passed, but there was still no sign of the Evil God's consciousness.
"This is so frustrating," he muttered with a weary sigh.
Searching blindly in a place like this, without any clues, felt like wandering in the dark with no sense of direction.
Even so, for some reason, he had a feeling his destination wasn't far off.
"Hm?" His eyebrows lifted slightly as he spotted a faint trail of light in the distance—like floating fireflies.
"Is that a hint?" His eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope.
It might not have been a sure sign, but it was better than wandering without direction.
Just as Leon took a step toward the light, a chill ran down his spine—danger was closing in from behind.
"This isn't good!"
His body instinctively twisted to the side, and a streak of black light zipped past right in front of his face.
Had he not dodged, the attack would've hit him head-on.
