"Virtus, don't get so worked up... It's safe around here now," Phainon hurried to reassure him.
"Ah." The man with the handlebar mustache let go of Phainon's leg, stood up, and sighed.
"I'm honored that Lord Bai E remembers my name."
"We're priests from Januspolis. The Titans of Strife's army destroyed our homeland, and we wandered from place to place until we reached here."
"A few days ago, I watched another companion die at the hands of those monsters. I broke down... so I prayed to Okhema."
"I thought the answer wouldn't come so quickly and that I'd have enough time to convince that old man. I never expected you all to arrive so soon..."
Yan Huan rubbed his chin and offered a blunt suggestion.
"Then let's go. If some people want to stay, let them."
In a godforsaken place like this, a few statues could crawl out and start hacking people to pieces at any moment.
Every extra second here meant more danger.
If someone still wanted to stay because he believed a god would save him, let him wait for a miracle. He shouldn't drag everyone else down with him.
"But that old man mentioned the end of the world. He also said nowhere in Amphoreus was safe. What did he mean?" Yan Huan asked the mustached man.
"Huh? You don't know, sir? It's a prophecy everyone knows—" The mustached man seemed taken aback.
Just as he was about to explain, Phainon cut in.
"Virtus, our priority is to bring Mr. Noduss back."
"The Deep Abyss is full of vicious enemies. They can't defend themselves and could be in danger at any moment."
Then he turned to Yan Huan and Dan Heng.
"My friends, I have a favor to ask."
"You're both capable fighters. Sorry for the trouble,