The Second Event: Shihan's Redemption
"What the?!"
Gripped by the monument, Adam's and Leraje's eyes widened as the wind battered their faces. Amidst their fluttering hair, they saw the mountain grow closer with alarming speed. Worse, they gulped when the statue's falcon wings sent raging gales as it transported them to its summit before it stopped moving—just in front of the pit from which the demonic energy rose to permeate the air.
Their hearts racing, they gazed at each other before Adam stumbled to the hole and coughed.
"Thanks for the help, Ozymandias." He raised Leraje and continued. "How far are we from the original flame?"
Leraje's eyes slipped to the side, sweat beading on his forehead.
"I don't know. But it should be right at the center."
Meanwhile, Baal's shadow stirred, and his voice thundered behind the divine barrier.
"Trusting a demon, are you? Absorb him instead! That'll heal you better than any flame could!"