Night fell swiftly in the desert, casting its dark veil over the arid landscape. Fortunately, Davey had stumbled upon a large rocky area, offering them respite from the scorching sun. Silently, he carried Illyna on his back as they made their way toward the sheltered refuge.

The condition of the place was not ideal for immediate rest, but if there was no suitable resting place, why not create one? Utilizing a Fire Blast spell, Davey drilled a hole into a massive rock, fashioning a makeshift cave. He then collected the flammable parts of the Desert Horn Moths and other desert creatures he had captured, arranging them into a blazing fire.

‘Do you have any idea how difficult it is to start a fire in a desert without any trees?’

Silence enveloped the night, with Illyna choosing to remain silent, perhaps out of consideration for not disturbing Davey. Despite her fatigue and exhaustion, she refused to utter a word, determined not to show any sign of weakness as she grew more at ease.

In response, Davey quickened his pace, intentionally making it challenging for her.

However, Illyna remained resolute. Then, she finally asked, "Davey... Do you understand the nature of divine punishment?"

"I am well aware," he replied.

"In that case... Those who receive divine punishment... What becomes of them?"

"It varies depending on the circumstances. What you witnessed is the usual outcome, where they are reduced to ashes and judged on the spot. My situation is different."

Indeed, Davey's case was highly unusual. To put it simply, his actions warranted a higher level of judgment. There was a significant likelihood that he would endure eternal suffering within this space specifically created...