Bertrand awoke inside a Desolate Temple.
Strangely, that enormous Black Shadow palm was still gripping his body... Yet at the end of the arm, there was nothing at all—it had appeared out of thin air.
He struggled slightly and discovered that he could not muster even the slightest bit of strength... The Black Shadow palm was constantly absorbing the force he exerted.
Mr. Bertrand managed to stand and surveyed the surroundings of the Desolate Temple.
In the darkness, pairs of savage eyes were sizing him up... They belonged to strange frog-like creatures.
Had he been dragged into these creatures' lair?
How many of them were there?
They did not seem to have been naturally born. They looked more like artificial creations... monsters synthesized through some kind of technology. Mr. Bertrand could not help frowning. He seemed to have seen something similar somewhere before.
Not exactly the same, merely similar in feeling.
"How could this temple's style be..."
Just then, thick black mist surged from the temple floor... The black mist gathered ahead, seemingly about to form something. Before long, a Back Shadow appeared before Bertrand's eyes, floating against the black mist.
A woman's silhouette.
She... it slowly turned around. Countless frog-men around them immediately knelt on the ground, raising both hands and bowing in worship.
A mass of overlapping voices transformed into a tremendous wave of sound. Beneath it, Bertrand even felt as though his head were splitting apart.
He fell to his knees in pain almost instantly.
At last, he clearly saw the woman within the black mist!
In an instant, an expression of disbelief surfaced on Bertrand's face. "You... it's you! Man! This is impossible. You already..."
"Looks like my little ones have brought me quite a good guest."
"You didn't die. You even infiltrated the Holy Light