Agent
Meanwhile, in Matt's mind, the image of that suspected divine figure suddenly began to grow infinitely majestic.
As he gazed at that figure, he even felt an incomparably fervent urge to willingly die for it at any moment.
"Do you feel it? That is the Seed of Hatred—"
Seeing Matt's change, the figure spoke calmly.
"Leave everything that follows to me, the Agent in the mortal world—"
As the layered echoes faded, the figure slowly vanished into the depths of the blazing flames, just as it had appeared.
Then, everything around him came alive again.
The anxious crowd fighting the fire, the children awakened and crying, the burning houses, and the chaotic clamor blending together all returned to Matt's ears.
The light of the Twin Moons shone upon him, coating his still-deathly pale face with a strange silver-purple hue.
The townspeople who happened to notice him even cast him sympathetic glances.
Matt seemed to awaken from a dream and slowly looked around.
The desire for death gradually faded from his eyes, replaced by a Seed of Hatred that had taken deep root in his heart.
At the same time, he saw a figure in a long black cloak standing in the middle of the shattered bluestone road beneath moonlight shrouded in a thin mist.
The residents of the town passed by him, yet not a single one turned to look at him.
"Are you... the Agent of the Divine Lord in the mortal world?"
His voice somewhat hoarse, Matt slowly walked toward the figure.
Almost the instant he asked, he confirmed the figure's identity.
Before this figure, he could clearly feel the fervor rising from the depths of his heart, as if he were facing an incarnation of a god.
"Do you feel our lord's Divine Favor?"
The figure