After saying all this, Mode seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He said dejectedly, "Brothers of Thalorian, it's unfortunate to meet you under such circumstances. This moment, destined to be etched in the history of humanity during the Dark Era, can only be drowned in the river of time."

A faint sound of sobbing arose from the group.

Veil collapsed to the ground, Lance appeared to be on the verge of breaking down, and most of Saint Rael's warriors shared his indescribable sorrow and despair in their eyes.

Percival murmured, "The Pope, what happened to His Holiness? Why hasn't he returned? What is the crisis of the King? Why did he go alone to handle it?"