Chapter 105
Heavens.
Alfonzo's eyes widened in deep bewilderment, his gaze fixed on the figures floating high above — Dax, Madeka, Nadia, and the Angel — all of them wreathed in overwhelming power that made the very air tremble with reverence and fear.
I will reach this height someday.
His fists clenched tightly until his knuckles turned white.
I will not lose.
Passion burned fiercely in his heart, hot and unwavering, a vow forged in the crucible of this chaotic night.
"What is that thing?"
A young guard shook violently in his boots, too terrified to leave the dark alley where he hid. On the ground around him lay his fallen comrades — still breathing, but broken and bloodied. Their eyes stared blankly into nothing.
He clutched the single necklace hanging from his throat with trembling fingers.
If not for this… I would be dead.
Alfonzo turned to face him.
