Saint Tree Scar

Shade felt the power of the Red Butterflies, while the weakened young ladies in the ice coffin opened their eyes and delightedly looked at their bodies, which had regained their warmth. Shade carried them out, and Sister Devlin approached at that moment:

"Then, what should we do now?"

The nun asked softly. Ignoring the cat's dissatisfied cries, Shade looked toward the side wall of the palace hall.

The tapestry-covered wall vanished as though it had melted away, revealing the sky outside the Mystic Lock, where people were fighting beneath the moon at the mountain foot of Sikar Mountain.

The Church had completely gained the upper hand. Born from the giant cocoon, the Undead Behemoth, with a gigantic human head at its core and countless limbs growing from its exterior, was still putting up a desperate resistance.

Specks of spiritual light dotted the night sky. Countless souls were still racing along the Shattered Light Path atop the mountain, but the path and the waters in the starry sky were already becoming blurred. The Underworld Moon was about to vanish again, and the Star Whales would soon end their brief journey through the Material World and return to the outer reaches of the Star Sea:

"This has been a truly long night."

Shade sighed, then looked toward the dragon-head portion of that horrifying undead amalgamation:

"It's time to end this."

"Yes, but I must remind you that although that giant undead fears the power from the mountaintop, even in your current Mystic Lock state, you cannot defeat it."

The nun said this, and Shade naturally understood.

"Defeating it is the Church's business, and yours. I only want to speed up the process. It fears the power here, doesn't it? I'll draw its attention. Sister, can you have your main body return to