Sparks flew in a clash of steel.
"How could you!" Daniel Ranzenberg had never felt so enraged.
All this while, he had thought that the passing of years would have calmed the hatred, anger, and sorrow in his heart.
More than forty-five years had passed since that fateful day…
He truly believed that he had managed to temper his emotions, that he had found a modicum of closure.
However, that was simply wishful thinking on his part.
How could he possibly hope to gain closure when he hadn't even avenged his dearest friend and his teacher, who was no different than a father to him?
And on this day, when he came face to face with the perpetrator, the man responsible for the deaths of two of the people closest to him, all the negative emotions buried in his heart came flooding out.
"You fucking traitor!"
Daniel raised his sword again, shadowy miasma swirling violently around its blade, and swung it vertically.
