Chapter 1095: Return
A bright star rose at the edge of Sein’s vision.
It marked the southeastern reaches of Faeloria—a part of this large-sized plane he had never set foot in since his arrival.
In truth, Sein’s time in Faeloria had covered only a fraction of the plane.
He had explored perhaps less than a tenth of its lands, spending most of his centuries in the depths of Purgatory.
Under the veil of night, that star on the horizon glowed with extraordinary brilliance.
If one listened closely, they might catch the whisper of prayers—a soft, collective chorus born from the prayers of countless beings.
Though Sein had long walked the path of truth, the more he was exposed to faith, the more curious he became.
He listened intently—
“O Great God of the Flowing Flamebird,
Master of the sacred pyro flame...
With molten wrath and searing breath,