However, before Sigris could think of a plan, another pained sound came from somewhere—not a loud scream, but the sound of someone gritting their teeth and enduring the pain.
It was so faint that you couldn't hear it without sharpening your hearing and listening closely.
Was it the person bound to the cross?
He had clearly been still, but after a tiny bit of magic had stirred just now, the thorny vines had tightened around him even more. A vine whip was lashing him, too.
The whip's owner was furious.
It was plain to see.
Famati looked utterly exhausted, yet she still glared at Derrick with hatred.
Then she angrily tossed her head and looked back up at the Magic Team in the sky.
"Get out of here. She stays."
Famati's voice wasn't loud, but it came from everywhere.
The petals were acting as loudspeakers.
Everyone turned to look at Sigris.
Sigris furrowed her brow. She thought she must have changed too much, so Famati hadn't recognized her.
But even like this, did Famati still find her familiar?
Seeing the Royal City again, along with its familiar buildings and sights, Sigris knew this was her own problem.
Even though she knew she had been the one to turn the capital into this place before being reborn, someone else was here now.
Famati.
But Sigris still wanted to face her alone.
She had the power of her bloodline.
The Eye of Good and Evil let people recognize their own sins, but that was only its most basic and well-known ability.
It had broken through its limits before and gained new effects. It still let people know whether their deeds were good or evil.
But if all it did was make others tell you about your own situation, that would be far