However, she now asked this question.
"We must indeed march forward," the warrior said gruffly, his heavy visor masking his expression, yet his tone was still resolute. "We must save our kingdom, stave off the spreading apocalypse."
"By trekking toward the apocalypse, can we truly halt the apocalypse itself? At that deep crimson end, does there really exist an enemy waiting for us to defeat? If we defeat it, will the problem be resolved? Just like the Prophet said?"
"The Prophet has never been wrong," the warrior stubbornly said.
After a moment of standoff, the Flame Warlock nodded. "I understand."
Three days later, as the team crossed an unnamed forest, the Groska woman collapsed in a clearing by the river.
There was no enemy, no trap; she was consumed by her own flames–uncontrolled arcane energy suddenly surged from within her, like countless living evil spirits, instantly tearing her apart and burning her to ashes. Her scream was brief, the pain perhaps momentary.
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