After saying that, Moros gave a light wave of his hand and cast Mystic Flight.
The next moment, his figure gradually rose into the air, flying toward Christchurch without looking back.
As Moros departed, the spell binding Kevin and Kosma was also lifted.
They regained their freedom of movement, but the shock in their hearts refused to settle for a long time.
"Damn it!"
The green-haired, orange-eyed youth slammed his fist into the ground, resentment and fury churning within him.
He could not accept being so easily restrained by the other party, much less endure the helplessness of watching the Herrscher Core get taken away before his eyes.
Kevin, standing beside Kosma, looked no better.
Unlike Kosma, as the captain of the Second Squad, he knew the identity of the necromancer.
Thus, from the moment Moros appeared and made his intentions clear, Kevin had understood that they could not keep this Herrscher Core.
But even with that mental preparation, when it truly happened to him, the helplessness still came crashing down like a tide, leaving Kevin more frustrated and defeated than ever before.
Mei, what should I do...
Kevin silently called that familiar name in his heart, hoping to find even a trace of comfort and guidance.
But clearly, his call would receive no response.
Still, Kevin was Kevin.
He quickly adjusted his emotions, burying that frustration and helplessness deep in his heart and turning them into the motivation to keep moving forward.
The future Savior knew that only by continuously growing stronger could he prevent such helplessness from happening again and truly protect everything he cherished.
So he straightened his back and stared deeply in the direction Moros had vanished.
Then Kevin gently patted Kosma, who was still immersed in despair, on the shoulder and spoke softly.
**"All right.