When Jia Xiu saw Justina emerge from the curtain of light, he had assumed this plane was no longer an option.
A lively, vigorous demigod went in; a battered, scarred demigod came out.
If she had ended up like this, then with his mere human body, wouldn't he go in only to die beyond all possibility of dying again?
Elizabeth was even more shocked than Jia Xiu when she saw the Radiant Knight's condition.
It nearly shattered the belief she had clung to all this time.
As a primordial Vampire with an excessively long lifespan, no expectations left for life, and not even the courage to stand in direct sunlight and let herself burn to death, the belief that had kept her cycling between sleep and waking, guarding a teleportation pedestal and stubbornly living on rather than dying, was that illusory Haven Plane.
Although one could only go there after completing some so-called mission, and no one even knew what mission needed to be completed.
Still, with such a claim sitting there, no matter how impossible it might be to fulfill, it at least gave her something to hope for.
Where there was something to hope for, there was hope itself; where there was hope, one could keep from falling apart. Mental health issues had always been a common problem among long-lived races.
And judging from the Radiant Knight's current state, this supposed hope looked nothing like the beautiful place Elizabeth had imagined. Instead, it looked far more like a trap.
"That's how it was." Faced with Jia Xiu's doubts, Justina coughed violently a few more times, adjusted her breathing again, and only spoke after recovering from the breathless strain. "Although I look seriously injured, it's actually all right. The moment I arrived, I was bombarded by spells one after