Anti-magic Field.
The chase in the sky was nearing its end.
Nuke Arofa's flying speed began to slow down.
Before this, he had flown towards the edge of the anti-magic field, but he hadn't completely charged past it.
It was his subconscious mind acting up.
A dangerous and urgent thought was reminding him not to leave the range covered by the flesh wall above his head...
Nuke Arofa, who had lost his memory, didn't know why he had such an idea, but he did as his instinct directed.
"What the hell are you!" Nuke Arofa, his face smeared with bloodied hair, glanced at the demons chasing him relentlessly, and yelled in terror, "You damn monsters! Scum! Don't chase me anymore!"
The demons once again sped up their flight.
"Ah~~ you are bastards! Monsters!" Nuke Arofa was on the verge of collapse, "What the hell is this place! Why is there no land, no white clouds! Who am I! Who! Am! I!!"