For... whom am I fighting.
Countless thoughts collided in Gray's mind, until a fierce pain nearly tore his consciousness apart, and he suddenly woke up.
Looking around in a daze, Jia Meng's corpse and the container were enveloped by scarlet branches. The Tyrant and the sea of blood had disappeared, as if everything that happened just now was merely an illusion.
Cold sweat mixed with blood soaked through Gray's clothes. He opened his mouth wide, taking deep breaths with all his might, trying to dispel those complex and indescribable emotions deep within.
The hand gripping the sword couldn't stop trembling, and Gray suddenly realized that holding a sword was such a difficult task for him.
Footsteps sounded from behind him, Gray turned his head, and a blurred silhouette emerged on the road from which he came; someone was chasing after him.
His figure gradually revealed itself, and a ghastly white mask appeared before his eyes.
"Delusional..."
