At this point, Raiden was better off dead, and yet somehow, his bewilderment stripped him to the bone. No thoughts. No emotions. Not even a flicker of sadness for killing his brother.
"Raid… did you get the pages?" Noelle asked, blood-drenched and clutching her seemingly broken arm, her golden aura flickering rapidly as she closed in from behind.
"My lady, in your state, you should not be speaking." MK, whose situation was even worse than Noelle's, tried to reach for Noelle's shoulder, but she barely acknowledged him, striking his hand away.
Their words reached Raiden, and yet not a single thought formed in his hollowed mind.
He may be a heart-born assassin, the leader and ruler of all magical creatures, but it seemed even the mightiest of them all could become lost in their own abyss.
"He doesn't know…" Levi's voice echoed from behind. He crouched low, gaze fixed on the beach sand, hands shaking frantically despite his firm grip on his dual daggers.
