C49 The Redemption of the Devil!!

In a secluded corner of the Thvelond Mount, amidst the Seven-colored Immortal Mist, stood an eerie ancient hall. In the dark of the stormy night, Zopyrus supported a female disciple's body, his pale hand reaching out to touch her forehead.

He was erasing the memories of the female disciples, determined to avoid pursuit by the Thvelond. This was, after all