Amidst the rugged and treacherous Dark Mountain Range, Bishop Leimont sprinted with all his might.
He tore away the hem of his robe and discarded the Bishop's Crown, which was cumbersome in the forest, and used the ornate scepter that symbolized church authority as a cane to open up a path on the rugged mountain road and maintain balance. He felt that he had never been so disheveled in his life. The immense sense of defeat and humiliation fueled his anger, yet he dared not release it at all—because the oppressive sensation from the constantly rising, overwhelmingly powerful chaotic magic still gripped his heart tightly.
Only after running deep into the forest, to a place where he could no longer see the battlefield, did he dare to slightly pause and glance back at the path he had taken.
