His lips curled into a bitter smile. The Four God Nations… He could already imagine their displeasure. His sudden escape from the Great Ruler Empire, his defiance of their orders—it would surely have angered them. But what of it? He wasn't their pawn. He wasn't some chained dog to be thrown at enemies at their command. He was Max Voidwalker, and he would walk his own path.
His thoughts shifted, his brows furrowing.
'Bright Buddha Palace… Hunter Association…'
He recalled Lucien's words, and the Tower Spirit's warnings. Both places held sealed demons, imprisoned since the ancient war. If those seals were to break, if those beings were to rise again… Max's fists clenched unconsciously. The human race might not survive what followed.
A heavy silence hung in his heart.
Time passed as he flew, the sky splitting around his scarlet figure. Eventually, the familiar aura of the Middle Domain welcomed him once more. But Max did not stop there. His destination was clear.
