The Meaning of Good Deeds

"Sir, what will happen on the mountain?"

Although neither Bernhardt nor Shade had spoken that word during their conversation just now, the perceptive young woman had still sensed that something was wrong. Seeing that Shade truly intended to leave, Miss Swift asked timidly.

"Don't worry."

The Outlander patted the shoulder of the young witch with flaxen hair:

"Keep watch over this place. When I ran here just now, the situation outside was already getting worse. I think the final battle is about to begin, and you're the highest-ranking person here now."

He smiled and prepared to leave, but Miss Swift grabbed his sleeve.

"Just like that Bloodkin said, do you really have to go up the mountain? The road up is difficult. Souls from every era have appeared, and the Interstice is fully releasing them into our world, whether those souls want to come or not."

"I have to go."

Shade clasped his hands behind his back and patted the Fishing Rod he had carried all the way here.

"I have to go."

"Then please do not miss anyone. Longing will draw souls connected to you into reality and create more enemies for you. Good luck."

As he crossed the city again and headed toward the entrance to Sikar Mountain, there were surprisingly far fewer undead on the streets than before. Yet the Whisper Element within the thick White Fog had grown even stronger.

Explosions and howls from unknown sources came from every corner of the city. The light above the city's five churches was radiating ever more powerfully across the entire region.

The ritual of the "Saint Tree Scar" was nearing completion. Within the sanctified city, evil spirits were being driven out rapidly, but that also meant the fighting in the mountainous region, where the power of civilization was