Flames appeared once again upon Charles's body, searing his skin and internal organs, but he showed no intention of stopping.
Charles surged forward with unrelenting force, wishing the flames would grow fiercer and completely consume him.
"Charles, do you really not want to go home? Think of the family you haven't seen in so long. Rescue the Light God, and you can return home," the Pope's voice came from behind.
Charles gritted his teeth and continued onward. "If everything you've said is true, then why are you being so secretive? Why not just tell me directly? What else are you hiding!"
Charles's body took flight, transforming into a bat as he tried to rush out again.
The Pope's voice came once more from behind, his tone chilling. "You've waited thirteen years to go home. Do you know how long I've waited for this day? A full one hundred and twenty years! No one can stop my plan!"
