Forget the others who struggled in their fights; even Isaac, who could end battles swiftly, was growing tired of the hassle…
The main problem was the complete uncertainty of when it would end. It was an unsettling feeling, leaving him with no end in sight…
With a sigh, Isaac led Maxu Kant onward, moving the battle to another location.
However, their strenuous Hunting of Demons was not without its benefits. At the very least, the pressure on the various Magic Capitals had indeed lessened considerably.
Meanwhile, as Isaac was engrossed in Hunting Demons, far away in the depths of a world suffused with a bloody mist, a pair of dark eyes as vast as the heavens slowly opened. Sensing that Its injuries had healed slightly, a flicker of confusion crossed Its gaze.
'Something's not right…'
'How did I heal so quickly this time?'
'It's only been…'
'Less than half a year?!'
