Lann followed the footprints he was tracking all the way.
Visible to the naked eye, the owner of the footprints seemed to be running urgently too, so the marks left behind grew increasingly deep, as if realizing someone was chasing after them.
Of course, Miklás was aware!
After all, once the Great Cathedral was breached by Lann, the door wasn't even tightly shut.
The lava spilled out from the gaps between the doors, along with the distressful roars of beasts and the suddenly disappeared screams of deranged hunters...
Miklás knew exactly what these represented.
He wasn't one of those foolish hunters who only knew how to chase blood like mindless dogs.
He was a scholar, proud to consider himself the finest scholar even if he defected from Byron Vis.
He understood what the most valuable knowledge in this world truly was.
