Flames appeared once again upon Charles's body, searing his skin, his internal organs, and his organs, but Charles showed no intention of stopping.
Charles's steps were unrelentingly forceful as he surged forward, wishing the flames would grow fiercer and completely consume him.
"Charles, do you really not want to go home? Think of your family, whom you haven't seen for so long, rescue the Light God, and you can return home," the Pope's voice came from behind.
Charles gritted his teeth and continued forward, "If everything you've said is true, then why hide and hoard it? Why not just tell me, what else are you hiding!"
Charles's body took flight, transforming directly into a bat, trying to rush out again.
The Pope's voice came once more from behind, his tone chilling. "You waited thirteen years to go home, do you know how many days I've waited for this day? A full one hundred and twenty years!! No one can stop my plan!"
