And now, with the Abyss spreading ever more rampant, if Hila's greatest concern in Anor Londo was Phylannor, who was responsible for maintaining the seal, then her second greatest concern was Midir, who had originally been tasked with devouring the darkness—
Although Midir was a descendant of the Ancient Dragons and retained a portion of their immortal power, even the immortal Ancient Dragons had been defeated by the power of the Lord Souls.
Even if Midir had inherited some immortal power, he was not a true Ancient Dragon. And however weak the darkness festering within Anor Londo might have been, it still originated from Dark Souls, one of the Lord Souls.
Especially now, Midir no longer had to face darkness alone. There was also the Abyss born from the darkness's mutation, more corrosive and far more dangerous.
After all these years, Midir's condition was surely dire as well.
However, no matter how worried Hila was, she could not go look after her friend—
Only by resolving the problem with Phylannor's seal could they even begin addressing everything else.
If something went wrong here, then everything would be over.
Understanding the stakes, Hila did not act willfully or consider leaving. She merely wondered whether she should ask Gwen to check on Midir when he went out later.
However, Gwen had clearly received the princess's favor, yet still flirted with other women—at least from Hila's perspective. Their relationship was hardly harmonious, leaving her unable to bring herself to ask.
Just as Hila continued worrying about Midir, at the very bottom of Anor Londo, in the land steeped in darkness—
Roar!
The enormous dragon, nearly a hundred meters long, threw back his head and roared. Yet compared to majesty, he carried far more of an eerie air. The underground cavern trembled, and chunks