"Brand!"
In his haze, Brand heard that scream, as if it forcibly yanked him back from a world of endless darkness. If there was a single voice in this world that could make him remember forever, it might only be the pure promise they made to each other the night they fled Buqi.
"Will you protect me, Brand?"
"Yes, I will."
Brand opened his eyes in disbelief, seeing that familiar figure. Miss Merchant was swinging back and forth like on a swing, hanging by a rope from the neck of the newly emerging Titan Statue. Though she swung to and fro, scraping her head bloody on the granite, she still looked quite happy upon seeing Brand.
What are you doing!?
All Brand wanted to do now was to glare at this Merchant Lady in exasperation, just like he did every time she caused trouble in the past. But unfortunately, he didn't even have the strength to blink now; he could only lie quietly on the ground watching everything, waiting for the last bit of time for the Unyielding Talent to run out.
