"No!"
Griffin angrily yelled, "How can you sell us out like this?"
The Cleric coldly retorted, "As a follower of God, you should comply with my arrangements."
"But it doesn't matter, if you don't want to hand over this little girl, then just die with her."
He glanced back at the Lich.
The Lich sneered and opened a way through the cyan ivy.
The Cleric waved his hand and then left with the two wounded Paladins.
Only Paladin Griffin remained of those who had still been putting up a resistance in the corner of the hall.
He looked very lonely.
Countless Life-Severing Ivies were crawling at him from the darkness, looking like snakes preparing to devour someone.
The soul fire in Bandel's eyes kept throbbing as he muttered, "I didn't expect the Dream Shrine to have someone like you."
"Unfortunately, you can only die."
Then, all the cyan ivy pounced on him.
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