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"Because gods are different from one another. The deity who bestowed fire upon me probably won't care about such a trivial matter, let alone take the fire back."
After silently praying in his heart, Cohen extended his hand and moved the torch closer to Evans.
"What are you doing?"
"Your torch should be able to light now."
As a mortal legend only a step away from his own divinity, Cohen acutely felt the change in the Law before and after.
The 'right' related to fire for the Bronze Humanity had first been taken away and then quickly returned.
However, the one that returned felt almost identical to his own in Cohen's perception.
Reaching out towards the flame, soon enough, Evans's torch was lit once again. Looking at the burning torch, he felt this was more like a joke Cohen was playing on him.
He was about to say something, but then a scene on a mound behind Cohen suddenly stirred Evans with excitement.
"Look, Cohen, is that the creator—wait, who is that person?"
"Hmm?"
