Two figures moved through the dense forest with the night as their cover. They traversed the path ahead of them at an unimaginable speed, leaping branches after branches of different trees.
Sinclair glanced at the demon following behind her. Aside from his silver hair and lifeless-looking eyes that gave away his identity as a soul devourer, she knew nothing about him, not even his name. And the thought that he knew Sherise and how he kept on calling her some hero of the past made her puzzle.
After running away from that facility, she learned a few things about the current world. One of them was that, unlike back then, apostles and the others who had connections with the deities could freely meet and talk with them at any time, but that was not the case now. For some reason, they were not responding to any of her calls.
