"The Snow Plain Master? Saint Spirits, our duty is merely to annihilate the Magic Thieves on this island; we really can't be of any help with the monsters here."
Upon hearing that a Saint Spirit wanted to drag them hunting the island's monsters, the God-chosen warrior from the Flowing Water faction instantly turned timid; he didn't want to be bitten by the island's monsters and contract the Crystal Plague.
But before the God-chosen could voice a word of refusal, a hearty laugh came from behind him—it was the laugh of the God-chosen warrior from the Daylight faction.
"Isn't our duty also to purify this island of its plague? The Saint Spirits are so enthusiastically inviting us to hunt the strongest monsters on the island, how can we, chosen by the gods, be cowards!"
