A FEW MINUTES EARLIER:-
MORPHEUS' POV:-
"PLEASE HELP US!!!" A green-haired Elf girl comes shouting to us, or more precisely, she is shouting for help from Zwain. She looks at Zwain with an expression that shows urgency and her eyes full of desperation. She catches her breath and starts speaking with some difficulty.
"...Belphegor…is-" as soon as I heard those words, I enhanced my senses to see the situation in the direction where she came running from. Seeing that she is telling the truth, I look at Zwain, who is also looking in the same direction,
"Zwain. Go," I command him. I guess, this trip will be more interesting than I thought.
Zwain vanishes from here. That girl looks at me for a moment before running back to where she came from. Looking at her leaving hurriedly, a smile forms on my face.
