Loa moved, and amid a thunderous roar, he vanished from his spot, becoming a bolt of lightning that raced in the direction Mololo had fled.
Boom-boom-boom-
Three consecutive blasts rang out, and his speed surged again. Lightning element divine power poured out without restraint, its oppressive might unconcealed as it descended with absolute strength and absolute dominance.
A dazzling streak of deep-purple lightning cut across the night sky, illuminating the entire Kodesen Mountains as brightly as day.
Gray mist churned and scattered under the lightning's impact, and the thunder shook loose showers of stones from the mountain peaks along the way.
Mololo, who had thought he had concealed himself flawlessly, paled in horror.
He turned to look at the lightning drawing ever closer behind him, his heart nearly leaping into his throat.
He was still comforting himself-perhaps that lord was merely acting on a whim. After all, Loa had often caused great disturbances while testing his moves over the past year.
But this time was different. That figure flew straight toward him without the slightest hesitation or deviation.
His last shred of hope shattered.
Mololo stopped fleeing. He knew he could not escape.
Before such an absolute disparity in strength, all his schemes and calculations were nothing but a joke.
The hunter who had spent a year waiting quietly had known his location all along.
That so-called "freedom" had been nothing but an empty promise from the start.
"I won't accept this! Why! Why did you discover it so quickly! I was so close! So close to being free!" Covering his face with one hand, Mololo threw his head back and laughed wildly. His laughter echoed through the night sky, filled with indescribable anguish and madness.
The year he had spent treading on thin ice, the care he had taken