"I think it's time for you to die now…"
Lucien Zevalis stares at me with cold detachment, almost as though I am nothing but a piece of filth that he just happened to spot.
I wanted to agitate him with my words, at the very least.
However, it seems he managed to keep most of his composure despite my insults.
As expected of an Adept.
'And although this looks like the end, I can't accept it…' Struggling and stumbling on my feet, I rightly grip my Golden Dawn and stare at Lucien.
It's useless, I know.
But now that I have decided that I want to live, I will do my best to achieve this goal.
I am allowed to.
This, too, is what freedom means.
"The ant simply doesn't know its place…" Lucien shakes his head, almost in pity, as he approaches me with stark indifference.
I smile and lean backward, strengthening my hold on my weapon.
