Those final words made Anark's eyes tremble.
His will was unshakable, forged through endless battle and sacrifice, and he had long since accepted that he might have to give his life to achieve his goal. He had come here to kill the betrayer, to bring justice to the one who had slaughtered his brothers. Yet no matter how deep his hatred ran, no matter how fiercely his killing intent burned, there was one truth he could not deny.
Adam had faced impossible choices.
During the war against Paradise, he had borne burdens that would have broken anyone else. The sacrifices he had made, the decisions he had taken—those were not the actions of a coward or a traitor acting without cause. They were the actions of someone who had been pushed to the edge of existence and forced to choose between horrors.
If there was a single weakness in the will of a Lord of the Emptiness, it was this: the ability to acknowledge truth, even when it conflicted with hatred.
Anark could not deny it.
