Arriving where Wyatt was, Rakrahan first discovered Bercheria and Kellita facing each other.

Soon, as if waiting, thick fog enveloped the surroundings.

The Royal Guards who were rushing to stop them suddenly lost their way due to the dense mist surrounding them, and confusion started.

Even their immediate comrades couldn’t be found in the thick fog for the first time.

Rakrahan closed his eyes, waiting for his senses to stabilize.

The Royal Guards seemed to have forgotten the fact that they were just arresting Wyatt moments ago.

“Highness!”

Seizing the opportunity, Wyatt, breathing urgently, ran towards Rakrahan.

Unlike the Royal Guards, who were always confined to the palace and received the same training, Wyatt had vivid experiences from the three years of war.

Even in pitch-black darkness where he couldn’t distinguish how many fingers he had, he possessed the ability to sense his allies only through his senses.

“Wyatt, for now, get out of here. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“But, Your Highness!”

“Right now, that’s what will be helpful.”

In the end, Wyatt turned around as Rakrahan instructed.

“I apologize, Your Highness.”

Rakrahan calmly scanned the surroundings, sharply focusing on the position where Bercheria had just stood.

At that moment.

Kyaah!

A scream from Kellita echoed from within.

Rakrahan swept away the Royal Guards who were struggling and ran straight toward that place.

The increasingly dense fog even made the movement to go forward slow.

However, Rakrahan hadn’t lost the destination.

Pushing through the dense fog that was suffocating, when he reached in front of Bercheria.

Rakrahan had to witness an unbelievable scene.

Kellita kneeling in front of Bercheria. And standing behind her…

“Goddess.”

The goddess was holding Bercheria’s hand in front of Kellita.

In the overlapped hands, a silver light emitted, and a small butterfly fluttered.

The flow of time surrounding them came to a halt, and the goddess’s head slowly turned towards Rakrahan.

When Rakrahan and the goddess locked eyes, the goddess’s thin eyes unexpectedly rose, as if comforted.

“It’s been a while, Edkins. No, should I call you Rakrahan now?”

Rakrahan stared coldly at the goddess, whose black pupils were fixed on Bercheria’s hand.

“Let go of that.”

“Look at this, huh? Right now, your woman is trembling in front of me?”

“Let go.”

The goddess tilted her head with a click.

“Sorry, but it’s a bit inconvenient now. I’m currently preventing the parallel butterfly from being destroyed.”

In a state where all time had stopped, only Rakrahan and the goddess were moving.

When the goddess slowly unfolded her palm, a parallel butterfly on the verge of shattering floated up.
Rakrahan’s eyes crinkled.

“Are you currently interfering with human will?”

The goddess looked at Rakrahan with parallel butterflies floating in the air.

“Bercheria has forgotten that she is not human, Edkins?”

“Call me Rakrahan. Seems like you’ve forgotten that you’re no longer a goddess.”

“Ah, right. Yes, you were human now.”

The goddess laughed as if greatly amused.

“Truly amusing. The woman who was once human becomes a goddess, and you, who was a god, become human…”

But the goddess couldn’t finish her words and sealed her lips straight.

“So now you’re human…”

As if forgetting an important fact, her pupils shook.

Rakrahan continued the words that the goddess couldn’t finish.

“Yes, I’m human now. Moreover, a human who knows how to kill a god.”

Rakrahan, who had maintained a calm state all along, smiled with a hint of playfulness.

“You surely haven’t forgotten that fact, right?”

The silver butterfly, which had been floating in the air, now began to flutter its wings painfully, unlike before.

As if revealing the turmoil within the goddess.

Rakrahan met the goddess’s clear eyes.

“You were always like this. You feared the collapse of the rights of the gods more than anything. Afraid that everything you’ve achieved so far through the humans you created would disappear.”

“If I’m not here, this world won’t exist, Rakrahan.”

“No. The world where gods and humans were one has ended.”

The goddess twisted her lips, mocking Rakrahan.

“No matter if you know how to kill, dare you think a mere human can confront me?”

Her white hair began to rise strand by strand in the air.

The goddess’s anger was chilling Rakrahan to the core.

“Rakrahan, listen well. I can trap and kill you in the flow of time right now.”

Rakrahan was never someone to step back in any situation, but now that Bercheria was by his side, it was different.

He felt uneasy, afraid that she might make a mistake.

However, he knew better than anyone that he couldn’t show such signs.

“Lies. You, a goddess, should know what will happen after recklessly killing a human.”

Rakrahan casually shrugged and approached the goddess.

His unhesitant movement irritated the goddess as her eyebrows crinkled in annoyance.

Rakrahan stopped only when the distance narrowed enough for her to reach him if she extended her hand.