As if to say, “Is that so difficult?” he was furious.
Groans echoed around me. The assassins clutched their necks, dropping to their knees one by one on the floor.
They scratched at their necks and chests obsessively, as though bound by invisible nooses, before soon falling eerily silent.
Reed rose slowly. The gem on his necklace trembled precariously against his chest.
He let out a throaty laugh.
“I almost lived a good life.”
The darkness he unleashed from the shadows devoured the world’s light.
My vision went black.
[ ‘Prophecy of the End’ has ended.]
“…!”
Consciousness jolted awake violently. I gasped for air, like someone barely pulled from drowning.
“Ailette Rodeline?”
My ears caught a strange dissonance in Reed’s voice—like the jarring sound of an untuned instrument. Ignoring his seemingly calm expression, I glanced above his head.
99%.
Forcing down the…