"Ugh." Conan dropped to his knees, his whole body drenched in sweat with strength completely drained from his body.
At this point, it was a miracle that he was still conscious. Most likely a show of mercy from Richard.
Seeing as Richard had given him a chance, Elena didn't push the matter. After all, a confrontation would only make things worse.
"Richard, we can't place our hopes on the off chance that you would be able to stop Kaylan from ripping us to shreds. It's too risky."
Richard pursed his lips. "I understand." Taking a step forward, he placed his palm on Elena's cheeks and for a brief moment, his body seemed to glow.
"But I need you to believe in me… please."
They exchanged looks briefly before Elena slowly nodded her head. "… Fine then. I trust you."
"Thank you." Richard flashed a smile as he took a step back, turning his attention to the gates that stood between them and the Heart of Nazarene.
Without saying another word, he flew toward the gate.
