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"Divine Emissaries are blessed by the gods, crossing rivers and mountains as if they were nothing. Who do you think you are to order us to leave?"

War was seething with anger, Helena's attitude grating on her nerves.

But to everyone's surprise, Hunt agreed immediately.

"There are only the two of us in Spartonia, and we haven't developed any followers. They're just a rabble that poses no real threat to you, so I agree to this condition."

"Hunt, are you insane? Not only are you refusing to act, but now you also plan to let them off the hook?"

War was furious, finding Hunt's decisions incomprehensible.

"If you're unwilling, shall we have a match?"

Meeting Hunt's nonchalant gaze, War gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with fury as if she wanted to devour her.

But...

"I agree!"

"Good. Second condition: for three months, regardless of others, neither of you can make a move against us. You must give us three months."

"Impossible!"

"Agreed."

Two completely different responses came from War and Hunt. This time, War didn't argue with Hunt.

It wasn't out of fear but simply unnecessary.

Having been together for so long, War knew Hunt's stubborn nature well. If Hunt didn't get her way, she would relentlessly pursue War.

"Agreed."

This time, the answer was more unified.

"Third, you need to answer one question, and you must not lie."

"Go ahead, what's the question?"

"Is there anyone among your comrades in Atlantis?"

"..."

This time, Hunt fell silent, not responding immediately.

Beside her, War burst into laughter, mocking Hunt with her eyes.

"Speechless? Divine Emissaries must not reveal each other's locations, or it counts as interference. If you go back, you're dead for sure. No, you might not even make it back alive."

"I can tell you that I do have a comrade in Atlantis. As for who he is and what he's plotting, I cannot disclose."

"That's enough."

Helena let out a deep breath, her mood growing darker.

As she suspected, there was a Divine Emissary in Atlantis. She could only hope that John would handle it well...

"Alright, those are my three conditions. But I can't hand over the bow right now. If you suddenly change your mind and turn your arrows on us, we would be dead for sure."

"...When will you hand over the Godslayer Bow to me?"

"Thirty days from now, at 1 PM, wait outside the east gate of Spartonia. I will come out and give you the bow. Remember, you must come alone. If there are others, you'll have to wait another thirty days."

"Agreed."

Hunt agreed far more readily than Helena had expected, then turned and left.

As for War, she had considered taking the opportunity to kill the three of them. But she sensed that Hunt, although seemingly leaving, was still focused on her. Any move she made would be met with a counterattack, so she dismissed the idea.

Watching the backs of the two Divine Emissaries as they left, Helena finally relaxed. The tension in her body eased, and pain flooded in like a tide.

"We... survived. Exiled Immortal, can you still walk?"

"Just barely... It's not easy to get proper treatment for such serious injuries in Spartonia. Should we leave?"

"Now isn't the time to leave. Let's go find a Priest."

...

"John... I feel a chill down my spine. It's like something is watching me."

"That might not be your imagination. Something probably is watching you."

"Damn it! Can't you say something to ease the tension? I'm already scared to death!"

"If you're scared, go back. Don't you have a teleportation scroll? Just leave."

John glanced at Deception, sensing something was off.

Is this really Deception's character?

Clearly, it wasn't. Even if he lacked strength, Deception wouldn't speak of fear or terror. He was always confident in himself, believing he could turn any situation around.

His current demeanor suggested ulterior motives. John didn't have a clear idea of what Deception was planning, so he decided to let it slide for now.

"You say that, but we're good friends. Have you forgotten all we've been through in Atlantis?"

"I forgot, and I'm not interested in you reminding me. If you don't want to die, stay quiet. We've run into trouble."

John swallowed hard, staring at the blood-red eyes fixated on him, his body tensing.

"It hasn't noticed us yet. We just had the bad luck of running into it. Stay calm, stay quiet..."

John whispered, trying to relax his body. Deception followed suit.

After several minutes, the massive creature finally lost interest and swam away, disappearing from their sight.

"Damn... when that thing showed up, I thought we were dead! John, aren't we in the Silent Scar yet?"

"We're still far from it. We haven't even touched the sea floor."

Entering the deep-sea zone required utmost vigilance. Stronger and larger monsters lived here, any of which could spell certain doom if provoked.

Reluctantly, John slowed their descent, taking nearly ten times the usual travel time to reach the sea floor. The solid ground underfoot brought a sense of relief to Deception.

The feeling of weightlessness had been deeply unsettling.

"So, where exactly is the Silent Scar?"

"Just ahead."

Following John's pointing finger, Deception saw a faint, shimmering light.

As he followed John closer, he was stunned.

Compared to the pitch-black surroundings, the Silent Scar glowed with an eerie blue light, illuminating everything inside.

"It must be some kind of mineral. I'm not sure exactly. If Uncle Mac were here, he might be able to identify it. Let's go inside. At least here, we won't have to worry about monsters bothering us. Just be careful not to wake Leviathan."

John stepped into the Silent Scar, his body rapidly descending. Seeing this, Deception quickly followed.

"It's quite beautiful..."

Deception reached out, trying to pry a piece of the glowing blue stone, but John stopped him.

"The walls are crawling with monsters. If you don't want your fingers eaten clean, I'd suggest not doing that."

"Is it really that bad?"

John didn't reply but instead threw a weapon at the wall. Instantly, countless black bugs swarmed over it, devouring the weapon within seconds.

It was worth noting that the weapon John threw was of Epic quality, made of materials far more durable than flesh. Yet it was completely consumed, leaving no trace behind.

Seeing this, Deception quickly pulled his hand back, no longer daring to act recklessly.

However, the Silent Scar was incredibly vast, with walls several kilometers apart and no end in sight.

In such a huge place, finding someone deliberately hiding seemed impossible.

Deception was uncertain, suspecting that John might also be unsure. The only option was to search as thoroughly as possible.

"John, if we can't…"

"Don't talk!"

John raised his hand, cutting Deception off.

"I think I've picked up the Divine Emissary's aura and location. He's not far from us."

"How do you know?"

"Seraphina prepared a compass for me. It can't differentiate directions but can track the aura of a Divine Emissary. It's very handy, though it has a distance limit. If they're too far away, it won't work."

Despite its limitations, John was impressed by the compass.

Seraphina's reputation as the so-called alchemy progenitor was well-deserved.

The immense effort she put into creating this tool showcased her remarkable skills.

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