Just as Syndicate the balrog was engulfed by the silver radiance surging out of the depths of its spirit, Joshua severed the distant spiritual link in the world of Mycroft.
"Just think of it as a reward for being my weapon last time," he muttered and closed his eyes, reaching out to stroke Ying's head, silencing her as the silver-haired girl exclaimed something like 'wait, Master, what did you just say?!'
"Don't disappoint me, my 'First Apostle'."
Days later.
"Ready?"
Green grass was sprouting in the suburban areas nearby the main city of Moldavia. There was now sporadic but lively green all around, and at a broad plain, Joshua tidied his traveling outfit and asked the two behind him loudly.
"Ready, Master!" The black dragon girl replied almost immediately with no hesitation; her joy was distinctly and sonorously audible. "We can leave at once!"
