Meanwhile, in a corner of the former forest at the border of the Moon Demon Territory, now reduced to scorched earth, the still-smoking soil suddenly began to shift.
A piece of metal emerged from the charred dirt, then gradually grew limbs until it became a complete person, only then shedding its metallic sheen.
"Cough, cough."
Gord collapsed onto the scorched ground, coughing as he looked around, his face filled with lingering fear.
"Thank goodness, thank goodness I burrowed underground."
If he had not decisively turned into metal and drilled into the earth, then by now, he would probably have been burned to ashes by the magic of countless Legendary-tier Archmages, just like those envoys, becoming part of this scorched wasteland.
"That damned succubus, wasn't she cursed?"
Even as he trembled in relief, Gord could not help cursing loudly.
Remembering the beautiful figure he had seen then, recalling her peerless beauty, Gord could not stop his heart from stirring, yet waves of hatred rose within him as well.
"Sure enough, all these demons are disasters."
Gord let the hatred in his heart take control.
At the very least, knowing the succubus's abilities, Gord did not want himself to become infatuated with that Witch. It would be best if hatred could erase those feelings.
Even if he had once been one of that succubus's admirers.
"But no matter what, it is a fact that the succubus has recovered. The leader must have already ordered everyone in the organization to retreat, right?"
Gord thought calmly.
"In that case, I need to get out of here quickly too."
With that thought, Gord shakily climbed to his feet.
He failed to notice that two people had appeared behind him at some point.
"Bang!"
The next second, one of the people behind Gord stretched out a