Within another part of the divine treasury, Vance who had just been on the verge of being obliterated by Noah, was suddenly teleported into a crimson-lit room. Monsters were being slaughtered relentlessly by a group of two, while a lone man sat authoritatively on a chair. A hooded veil covered half of his face, leaving only a calm smile and the scar running across his lips visible.
The moment Vance saw him, he dropped to his knees. The small pebbles stabbed into his skin but he didn't even flinch.
"I'm sorry, Arbiter." He said desperately as his brown eyes looked at the man. "I didn't know he would be there."
Sweat poured down his forehead as his brown hair clung to his face. He didn't even spare a glance at the bleeding stubs where his fingers used to be before Noah had cut them off.
The man on the chair, the Arbiter, smiled wider.
"Is that your excuse, Iamlazy?"
