"...Destiny, huh?"
Richard looked at the mark on his hand, pondering for a moment as he touched it. But he didn't dwell on it too much, as he had already figured it out.
No matter what the future holds, the days must continue to pass one by one.
"Ulysses, how do we deal with the Crown of the Ghost King?"
Richard turned back to look at the battlefield they had just left. Due to the sudden events, they hadn't paid attention to the remains of the Ghost King when they fled.
"Caw, let's just kill another one."
Ulysses came to, shaking his head slightly.
"The Crown of the Ghost King has a very short existence time; if we go back now, it's probably already gone."
Hearing this, Richard sighed softly and waved his magic wand. Shortly after, a rift leading to the Material World appeared in front of them.
"Then let's go back first, and hunt again in soul form."
Ulysses was slightly surprised, "You actually figured it out on your own!?"
