Meanwhile, in the Armand Region.
A soft knock echoed against the door of the private chamber.
"Come in," Garius said without looking up.
Alf stepped inside with a file in hand and bowed respectfully.
"My lord."
Garius glanced at him, then reached out.
"Is that the report from our intelligence unit?"
"Yes, my lord."
Garius took the documents and began reading them in silence.
Moments passed before he finally spoke.
"Hmm... so the wicked hero has shown his true colors, huh?"
Alf kept his head low.
"It appears the celestial being he carries is influencing his state of mind."
Garius slowly closed the report, tapping it lightly against the table. His voice was low and firm.
"No."
He placed the file aside.
"The celestial beings are dangerous, yes, but not to this extent. What he's done—the cruelty, the abuse—it's not merely a result of the celestial."
He looked up, his eyes sharp and cold.
"This wickedness... is entirely his own."
