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"Ahem!"

Inside an old hut, a mysterious man draped in a black cloak coughed.

He covered his mouth with his palm, and when he pulled it away, a smear of blackish-red blood stained his hand.

"This is really troublesome," he muttered coldly, slowly pushing himself up to sit on the bed.

Outside, the sounds of crickets and crows echoed through the night, casting a quiet yet eerie atmosphere over the hut.

However, the expression beneath his hood remained calm and indifferent, as if none of it mattered.

He tried to stand, but his legs faltered. Quickly, he reached out and steadied himself against the wall.

"Even after more than three months, my internal injuries still haven't healed," he murmured irritably.

If Leon were here, he would no doubt be shocked—perhaps even laugh—because this man was his enemy, the Second Apostle of the Temple of Twilight, who had narrowly escaped their last battle.

It was fortunate he had chosen to flee. Otherwise, his fate would have likely been the same as the Fourth and Fifth Apostles.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the restlessness within his body and spoke in a deep tone, "Now, things have come to this. The Temple of Twilight has suffered great losses from this defeat, and I have no doubt that the First Apostle and the Son of God are furious with me."

Everything that happened was his responsibility. Yet, he knew it wasn't entirely his fault.

Who could have expected the Fated One to be that powerful?

To make matters worse, he had brought along the Dragon Empress, Athena Hellness, as a favor—an unforeseen complication for all of them.

"I hope they understand," he muttered with a small sigh.

Slowly, he sat back on the edge of the bed and pulled a black stone from his right pocket.

Channeling his mysterious black mana, he infused it into the stone, causing it to glow with a bright red light.

Just as he was about to speak, a cold, angry voice suddenly erupted from the stone's direction.

"Second Apostle! Where have you been for the past three months!? How is it that we only received news of your defeat just now!? Do you have any idea how much damage you've caused the Temple of Twilight!? I want a satisfactory explanation! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

In a spacious room adorned with luxurious decor, a tall man wearing a devil mask shot to his feet, his voice echoing with fury.

He was the First Apostle of the Temple of Twilight, the highest authority among the Apostles.

His gaze remained fixed on the glowing red stone in his left hand, while beneath his mask, his face twisted with barely contained anger.
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Meanwhile, the Second Apostle, hearing the threat, remained expressionless—completely unfazed.

He let out a small sigh and replied in an indifferent tone, "I'm sorry, First Apostle. The situation is complicated, but I will explain everything to you."

At those words, the First Apostle's rage gradually subsided, though not entirely. He sank back onto the sofa, crossed his legs, and said, "Then start explaining. Now."

"Our defeat happened because the Fated One is too strong. He has grown to the point where none of us can face him one-on-one anymore. The only way to fight him is by overwhelming him together," the Second Apostle stated calmly, causing the First Apostle's body to tense.

"Are you serious?" he asked, his tone grave.

"Of course. Why would I joke about this?" The second apostle replied coldly. "When I received the Temple's order to retrieve the Seventh Apostle's body, I had a brief confrontation with him."

"The condition for taking the Seventh Apostle's body was to withstand his strongest attack. I had no other option but to accept. Unfortunately, I underestimated him. His attack was so powerful that it severed my left arm."

After saying that, he glanced at his severed left arm, gritting his teeth in frustration.

If only his arm were still intact, he wouldn't have struggled against Leon earlier—he could have landed a lethal blow. But reality was cruel, and his weakened state had cost him that chance.

The First Apostle fell silent, processing his words. After a moment, he asked coldly, "Why didn't you report this sooner?"

"It's not that I didn't want to," the Second Apostle said with a resigned sigh. "At the time, I had to focus on stopping the bleeding. On top of that, I had to return to the Holy Orthodox, and using my powers there would have exposed my identity."

Realizing the reasoning was sound, the First Apostle chose not to press further and shifted the topic. "In that case, explain your failure in helping the Fourth Apostle maintain cooperation with Velix Larrison."

"The situation was more complicated than expected. The Fated One had the Dragon Empress, Athena Hellness, by his side—that alone was enough to overwhelm us. On top of that, he enlisted the help of the two Heroes of Mankind to face us. Even though we outnumbered them, their strength was overwhelming, and we suffered a crushing defeat," the Second Apostle explained.

The First Apostle remained silent for a moment before letting out a long sigh.

In reality, he already knew everything that had happened, but he asked deliberately to verify the information he had received.

"Alright, I understand. I'll report this matter to the Son of God, so you have nothing to worry about," he said casually. "For now, the Temple of Twilight will seal itself off for a few years and remain hidden from the world. If you wish to return, this is your chance."

The Second Apostle shook his head. "I won't return. I still have unfinished business in the Holy Orthodox."

"Very well, no problem. But remember, after this incident, we're undoubtedly being watched. Do not return until I give the signal."

With that, the First Apostle severed the connection.

The Second Apostle slipped the communication stone back into his pocket and lay down on the hard, worn bed.

Under his hood, he stared at the ceiling of the dilapidated hut and murmured, "The Fated One... is this conflict with him truly the right path?"