Ivita felt in trouble.
Because the demon who called himself "we," or rather, the woman in her ancestral group at the cemetery who smiled at her, gesturing her to a place, had been following her, yet she could not perceive her existence.
Once she left this cave graveyard, she should visit the church.
The Bronze Mask said, "Now, I have told you everything. But I am just a shadow of the Thousand-Year Fire, and I can't do anything. Only you, the living, can drive the development of an era, the change of history."
"What should ignite the current Thousand-Year Fire, what would it become, how should you convince the people of Ambros, all these matters are your responsibility, not mine. However, I can tell you that the last Igniter chose to collaborate with the Mortal King."
The Hearthstone Witch reminded it, "The result of the last Igniter's collaboration with the Mortal King was not good enough!"
Ivita noticed the mocking tone in the Bronze Mask's voice.
