In the past, Baudelaire had come here countless times. He only needed to take one more step to leave his Divine Kingdom.
Yet every single time, that incomparably real premonition had frightened him back.
Yes, frightened. At this point, Baudelaire no longer deceived himself.
Given Baudelaire's personality, if that fatal premonition had not been so real and intense that he could almost see his own corpse, he would never have delayed again and again until now.
The closest he had ever come to leaving the Divine Kingdom was when he had already lifted his foot. But as he took that step, he seemed to see an utterly terrifying existence pin him dead at the entrance to his Divine Kingdom with a single strike.
It was only after he came back to his senses in utter shock and realized he was still alive that he understood it had been an illusion caused by the overwhelming intensity of that fatal premonition.
And under that instinctive fear, he had pulled back the foot he had raised.
"This time, I won't back down again..."
Baudelaire glanced at the Star Gate not far away and took a deep breath.
"Three—"
Bethel's gaze shifted slightly as he held his breath and focused.
"Two..."
Baudelaire's voice suddenly became a little hollow, and his gaze ahead began to drift uncertainly.
Bethel:?
The next moment, when he should have called out one, Baudelaire raised his leg but never uttered the final number.
Bethel:...
What was the point of counting down three, two, one with uneven intervals like this? Why not just shout one directly?
However, Bethel did not make another sarcastic remark, nor did he think Baudelaire was fooling with him, because he could now see Baudelaire directly.
Though Baudelaire wore a heavy visor, the fear and conflict showing