The void was silent. The only sound was the burning of the blood-red fire.
"So we just let them go?" said a Judge as he looked at the other Judge wreathed in blood-red fire. He didn't want to let them go, but a shiver went through him whenever he thought of the woman's dreadful curse.
"If she really is a Cursed Goddess, letting her escape and allowing her to grow up will be a disaster..."
"It's none of our business. Besides, my palm strike should have killed them if not for that young man. There's something strange about him as well... It's hard to believe that he is unhurt by my attack and even borrowed by my force to flee..." the Judge wreathed in flames said sulkily.
"That's enough. They had fallen into the turbulence, and no one knew where they would be carried to. If it is the starry sky... With their strength, they will soon die there, unless a Great Saint is willing to save them," said the last Judge.
