People feared losing the Old Believer, as they had already lost the Sect's Priest and couldn't afford to lose another pillar of support.
"No!"
The Old Believer croaked hoarsely, roaring,
"There's one more, there's still one more…
I cannot stop now,"
"That's Veldor, that's my child!"
That roar was enough to intimidate the soul.
Everyone watched as his figure dashed forward again, as if he couldn't afford to lose something, desperately struggling in this world.
At that moment, everyone seemed to understand,
he hadn't stopped,
he was still fighting against death!
Another aftershock arrived, more terrifying and massive than the last.
The ground cracked open with fierce cracks, as if issuing a final warning to the overconfident old man.
All around, everything was charred and devastated.
Looking up, the sky turned dark, and a sudden downpour struck the marred earth, beating down on the aged body.
