The Last Hope
Everything had happened too quickly.
He had been focused only on surviving.
He hadn't even noticed when it slipped away.
His pupils contracted violently.
Julian...
That bastard had picked it up.
The realization struck him like a hammer.
His shoulders sank.
His entire body seemed to lose its strength.
Without the Mystic Life Fruit...
How was he supposed to force his way into the Platinum Realm?
How could he possibly take revenge?
His greatest opportunity...
His only shortcut...
Had become Julian's gain.
Steffan slowly lowered his head.
A bitter smile appeared on his pale face.
It looked more miserable than laughter.
Then another thought surfaced.
Black Ghost.
White Ghost.
His two trusted subordinates.
They had also fallen into Julian's hands.
Whether they were dead or alive...
He didn't know.
But judging from Julian's methods...
The answer was already obvious.
Everything had collapsed in a single night.
He had lost his dignity.
