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"You're not going." Bethel's voice was cold. "I don't want to die for a reason like this."
When daylight-bright radiance erupted in the western sky, Bethel's spiritual intuition as an Astrologer had already told him what had happened.
Klein, meanwhile, spent a few seconds digesting what was happening, then immediately decided to go to Feynapotter to save people.
"By the time anyone else gets there, everything might already be over. Door is certainly fast, but that doesn't mean you should use that speed to get yourself killed."
Bethel had no desire for the Demon of Knowledge to tell anyone who asked how he had died, "The ancestor of the Abraham Family personally went to save people out of a sense of justice when the God of Thunder attacked Feynapotter, and the God of Thunder targeted and killed him." Whatever the response was-praise like "The ancestor of the Abraham Family was so kind," or suspicion like "An existence like that actually felt compassion for ordinary people? Didn't he just try something and die when it failed?"-Bethel could not accept it.
The mere thought of that scene made Bethel feel his vision darken.
Compared to that answer, even "killed by Young Zaratul" or "eaten by Pales Zoroaster" seemed a little better.
"But...!"
"Using the Door Pathway's blinking powers to dodge the lightning while taking as many people away as possible. Klein, do you know what you're thinking?" Bethel raised his eyebrows and scoffed. "Never mind whether your control over my powers would let you do it. That idea alone would be enough to get you killed countless times in that lightning storm."
A door suddenly opened in front of Bethel. Immediately afterward, his foot took an involuntary step forward, then another, dragging a conspicuous trail through the snow. He frowned and