He heard a voice coming from the empty spot.

It was still a young voice.

�You are not mine to kill.�

��Not yours?�

Turn.

Bernard turned his head.

He could see someone kneeling on one knee.

It was Saint Jack.

�Ugggh- ugh!�

Drip. Drip.

Both sweat and blood were dripping down from his face.

Jack clasped his hands together. The compact mirror was between his hands.

Destroy it.

Purify it.

A greater desire than ever before, the word of his lord and his instincts overwhelmed him.

There was a simple reason for it.

��Heal-�

It was because Jack was trying to heal instead.

Instead of destroying, he was trying to save.

Jack raised his head. He could see the Dark Elves being held back by hundreds of people, as well as his sister and the knights who were trying to break through the black barrier.

Finally, he could see Choi Han�s stoic expression. He was being pushed down by a wall of people that only his face was visible.

However, he was still making sure that nobody got hurt.

Choi Han mouthed some words toward him.

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