He stood among all of us… and no one moved. He was powerful… to an overwhelming degree.
Not a single one of us had any idea how to face him.
And me?
Flat on the ground like an idiot…
My thoughts… refused to settle on anything, suffocated by a crushing pain.
My absolute trust in my weapon made me fail to realize one simple truth—
weapons have limits.
And my accumulation?
"How did it run out like this…" my thoughts clashed violently.
Yes… it wasn't large. But it wasn't small either…
Did his strike really cut through accumulation to that extent?
Suddenly—
"It's time," the Lord's voice came out heavy.
"I'll give you one last chance… If you don't surrender now… I'll eliminate you all."
His voice sounded different… serious.
He… wasn't bluffing.
Damn it…
Would I sacrifice everyone for the sake of my pride?
Is it time to surrender?
I don't know…
And who said he would keep his word and spare them?
Three years…
Three years of continuous training…
What did I achieve?
