On a deserted coast.
After racing madly for over a hundred kilometers, the green dragon Kreona finally plunged headfirst into the icy seawater and drank deeply for several minutes.
Only after confirming that no bizarre entity was following him, that he bore no mark of an evil god, and that he had indeed escaped that utterly disgusting psionic illusion did he emerge from the sea and let out a long breath.
Even now, waves of phantom pain still lingered in his mind.
Though it was not fatal to him and could not even cause any substantial harm, it had sickened and horrified him badly enough.
In truth, given his current strength, while it would have been difficult for him to truly kill that Psionics user, if he had wanted to leave from the start, let alone three days, the other party could not have held him for even three seconds.
The reason he had wasted several days locked in a stalemate with the other party was exactly as that Psionics user had said:
They both wanted the intelligence the other possessed.
Still, at least it had all been worth it.
He was now utterly certain that it had been a lackey of an evil god.
That final scene, nearly real in its greed, madness, and destruction of all things—the sight that seemed to twist away his sanity with every passing moment—was practically the calling card of an evil god.
"Was it related to the Cavens Rat? But I've never heard of any evil god connected to the Cavens Rat."
But after giving it only a little thought, he gave up.
Coriel was so vast, and there were countless enigmatic beings hidden within the shadows. It was perfectly normal for even an ancient green dragon like him not to know about