Chapter 735: The Quiet Changes

The stars' cold, hollow projections raced across the edge of my vision as the navigation mainframe—Alice—calculated the return route. Sherry, who had reverted back to human form, and A-dog gazed out trance-like at the floating lights beyond the flames, both silent for a long time.

After a very long time, Duncan's voice suddenly reached her ears, "What are you thinking about?"

Sherry was startled, then she blinked her eyes—the ones filled with a faint, blood-red glow, representing the Profound Demons — and muttered softly, "I just suddenly remembered... I always thought The Saint was a fearsome Evil God... out-of-control mad, the very bad sort..."

Duncan looked at Sherry for a few seconds, then averted his gaze, "If you faced him alone today, it would have been as you said; your mind couldn't comprehend or handle his voice, and you would have seen his out-of-control madness—same with other 'deities.' After all, The Saint you 'observed' today was actually through my perspective."