"Let's go. The pope has started getting exhausted again." One of the experts from the Griffith Family shouted, observing the pope's face.
It was clear that the pope had been struggling to use his skills because he had exerted most of his Magic Power in the last 22 hours.
His face had become a bit pale and his body was covered with sweat. The pope could fall down sooner or later, so the experts from the Griffith Family had been waiting for this chance.
Theo paused for a moment and looked at the pope's face. "Are you alright?"
"Don't worry about me. I should be able to send you to your destination. However, I don't know why you're going to the Dark Poison Swamp… Even my power is not enough to survive there." The pope furrowed his eyebrows.
He was the world's first Healer who was adept in Healing Skills, Defensive Abilities and Predicting the Future. But even with such power, it wasn't enough.
