Within the red brick cottage, enshrouded in flames.
"Hum~~"
A profoundly dense sacred glow burst forth with intensity.
It was more than ten times more potent than the holy breath within the flames earlier.
At that moment, the connection with the Dark Sun Altar inside the house was severed by that scorching holy light.
"That flame's holy breath was so faint, why... why did it become so rich and intense all of a sudden?"
"And... he's actually a Shadow Wizard!"
"No!"
Slowly turning his head, he looked toward that "Shadow Wizard" emerging from the shadows.
"He's not a Shadow Wizard."
"The point isn't his identity as a wizard, but—"
Arthurs took a deep breath, growing increasingly cautious.
"How does he know about my connection with the altar, and furthermore, he used an effective method to block it."
"What's more, he could have moved more easily within the shadows."
"Why did he step out?"
A stream of doubts flooded Arthurs's mind.
