551 Expectations of Predecessors

"You can't help others fight every battle."

A mild and familiar voice wafted from the depths of the Void straight into Joshua's mind. He smiled gently, while dissuading him a little grudgingly. "Everyone has a trial that belongs to them—this one belongs to Brandon. Joshua, you must trust in your comrade's strength and conviction that he could solve this problem."

"…Sage?"

Joshua would not have stopped his charge if he did not recognize the owner of the voice, but since he was now aware of the other's identity his attack was now rather unnecessary.

Standing halfway up the sky, Joshua looked at the land below. On the white snow plains, the dark and corrupt domain of vengefulness was rapidly unfurling, and was now a great quagmire that occupied several kilometers around it. Countless fearsome and terrifying behemoths and enchanted beasts struggled within, unleashing their own evil and malevolent rage and vindictiveness, distorting everything around them.