At that moment, Alaric's manifestation moved all of its energy. The shadows of hundreds of City Lords from the past, all from his family, appeared around him, as if they were giving him their full support.
The light coming from the Sacred Treasure began to rapidly lose its shine. Alaric moved his hand and pierced straight through that protective light around the corpse.
"I'm sorry." Alaric touched the small pearl, which was the true form of the Sacred Treasure. A look of guilt spread across his face.
"All of this was caused by my family's weakness. We failed to support you in your trials. You fought against the will and soul of the Divine Nether Beast for so many years, enduring its corruption, but no one came to help you. You had to face everything alone until now... it was my family who let you down..."
