This swamp is too small to sustain a divine spirit; what a challenge.
The partners are a bit weak indeed.
Lear nodded.
"Weilu City is still growing; naturally, it can't compare to Your Highness."
"Once we gather the villagers from the Long Thorn Mountain Range, we'll have enough followers, and the temple will be as steady as a mountain."
"In just a month, we won't need to fear any enemy!"
Though the tone was calm, confidence overflowed from his chest.
The Goddess of Misfortune nodded.
"That's for the best."
After a brief conversation with Lear to confirm no issues remained, she looked towards the north of the swamp.
"I sense the presence of the Blood Judge... that must be its servants."
As she finished speaking, terrifying black and red light burst from her body, disappearing to the north.
Her figure thus became blurred.
"Those demons are already entangled in misfortune... Next, just proceed without worry; the Blood Judge can no longer perceive them."
