章 337: Struck Down

"I'm sorry mom, Little Sephare, it's all my fault. If I had just won… This would have never happened."

Guiot, his mother and his little sister trudged through the forest pathway. This wasn't the first time he had apologized to his mother and sister, but every time he did so he felt his last apology wasn't good enough.

"Little Guiot, there's really no need say these things. Mom is just happy you're alive."

Guiot's mother, Gisla Alos, affectionately caressed her son's messy hair.

To make it here, they had entirely relied on the 'kindness' of the Apostles. Using teleportation arrays was incredibly expensive, far more expensive than Guiot and his family could afford, so of course they hadn't paid themselves to come here.