Excitement aside, if I want to be honest, there was a much more prominent conflict in my heart that had already taken the center stage of the theater before Zurako expressed her betrayal.
So, while Zurako stood before me in all her transformed glory, I didn't truly see her as the real enemy I was fighting.
Even knowing her betrayal might end with my death, I couldn't bring myself to view her as the primary threat.
In my clouded eyes right now, Zurako was just another obstacle—one more challenge thrown at me by this demonic world I'd been forced to navigate.
No, there was something far more pressing in my conscience than a traitorous fox demon in her Paragon Form.
Something infinitely more dangerous and dreadful.
My faulty belief in heroism.
Because of that stupid vivid memory, the real battle I would be facing wasn't against Zurako at all.
It was against the very foundation of my ideology, the driving force that had shaped every decision I'd made.
