Lord Bern quietly lay in the rocking chair.
The Spirit Core on his chest was glowing brightly.
This light informed him that his perfect body had been defeated, his entire plan had failed.
Is it truly over?
Lord Bern couldn't help but think, he no longer had any trump cards. The mercenary group he maintained with money couldn't arrive here in time, and even if they did, they would likely struggle to surpass Bistal's guardians.
The Spirit Cores possessed by the Circus had all been crushed by him. He had not anticipated that gathering all the power he had distributed wouldn't be enough to defeat those two youths.
Who exactly were those two youths? Why did they come to hinder his chance at immortality?
Lord Bern had many questions in his mind, but at this moment, he could no longer think clearly.
He knew those people were on their way here.
