The mysterious golden light continued spreading across the world, searching for something—or someone. Zyric had no idea what was coming, but the girl's growing panic told him that staying still might be his only chance of survival.
"Foolish boy, hurry up and run!" the girl urged him again.
By now, Zyric was beginning to realize that something was wrong, too.
He brought all his beasts into his Fuzan Vault. The next moment, his hands began transforming into something resembling Fat Insect's mouth.
In a way, he could use them like drilling machines.
He plunged both hands into the ground and began digging, eventually creating a small, room-like space deep beneath the surface.
Zyric settled down inside the little underground space.
"Now I'm safe, right? No one will be able to find me here, will they?" he remarked sarcastically, believing he had finally escaped danger.
"Stay quiet and don't move," the girl warned him again.
Zyric found her behavior rather strange.
The next moment, a strange white light appeared in front of him and began taking the shape of a shield.
Soon, a shield of light formed around him, protecting him from whatever was approaching.
Meanwhile, the golden light reached the spot where the black sphere had fallen.
"That's strange. It fell right here. I should have found five souls here, but I've only found three. Where did the other two souls go?"
"Ah, that bastard was sent here to collect souls, but everything was ruined because of that Magron God. He must have been injured on the way and died after falling down here. But even if he died, his body should still be here."
After saying that, the golden light extended its hands.
A tremendous amount of golden energy emerged from them and began spreading outward, covering the entire world.
Meanwhile, Zyric noticed that he was still safe inside his underground hiding place. When the golden light reached his location, it passed right by him without affecting him, thanks to the shield.
"What is this?" Zyric asked the girl.
"Stop thinking of me as a girl. My name is Demon Girl," she replied.
"Alright, fine, whatever you say, Demon Girl. But what is this?" Zyric asked again.
"I don't know either, but I do know how to avoid it. And it seems that this thing is my enemy," Demon Girl replied.
As she spoke, she began shaking her head while holding it.
"Alright, alright! Calm down and concentrate on what's in front of you. Otherwise, we'll all die," Zyric told her.
Before long, the golden light finished scanning the entire world and quickly departed.
It rose rapidly into the sky, where several other lights were waiting.
"What happened? Did you find him?" the second god asked the first.
"No, that bastard... I won't spare him!" the god replied angrily.
As soon as he finished speaking, the god standing before him, who was apparently his master, extended his hand.
The moment he did, God Zorath felt an intense pain in his throat and immediately clutched it.
"Master, please understand! I was going to—"
God Zorath tried to explain himself to the master standing before him.
"Huh? You were going to do what? If you could have done anything to him, you would have done it already. The truth is, you're simply not capable of handling this. You can't control him at all. It seems I'll have to take care of this myself this time," his master said.
After saying that, he released God Zorath.
Meanwhile, Zyric carefully looked around before emerging from his hiding place and heading straight back to his tribe, as daylight was about to break.
He wanted to return to his room and sleep peacefully. Once the sunlight appeared, he could quietly teleport away.
However, the moment he entered the tribe, thunder rumbled in the sky, and it began to rain.
"Oh, come on! What kind of nonsense is this now? If the sunlight doesn't come out, how am I supposed to leave?" Zyric muttered in frustration.
Nevertheless, he managed to reach home.
"How long will this rain last?" Zyric asked a man.
"Look, boy, this rain usually happens because the gods are angry. The raindrops are so cold because the gods are extremely furious. This kind of rain usually lasts for six or seven months, which is normal," the man explained.
Zyric stared at him in astonishment.
"Six or seven months?! But I don't understand this business about the gods being angry. Rain is a natural phenomenon, isn't it?" he asked.
However, the man didn't seem to understand what Zyric was talking about.
"It seems these people mistake natural phenomena for divine punishment," Zyric thought to himself.
Zyric had no idea how long he would have to endure this strange rain. For now, all he could do was wait for the sunlight—and hope that nothing unexpected happened before then.