"Uwaaaah—"
The combined strike of Trishula, Dragon of the Ice Barrier, and Infernity Death Dragon unleashed a freezing current that froze all things alongside a destructive Chaos blast. The Chaos vortex and icy spears struck in succession, sweeping over Rafael's body—and seemingly his soul—making him feel as though he were being torn to pieces.
At the very last moment, Rafael's eyes widened. The Mark of Orichalcos flashed within his pupils, but it quickly began to fade, as though washed away by the Chaos and freezing current.
As the Mark of Orichalcos vanished, images appeared before Rafael once more.
They said that people saw their lives flash before their eyes when they were about to die. But honestly, what he saw was mostly from his childhood.
Perhaps because after that shipwreck, there had been nothing else in his life worth remembering.
He remembered his sister's teddy bear, his mother's baking, his father's stern words, and the mornings when they all sat together at the table for breakfast.
Those memories seemed so fresh, as though they had happened only yesterday. It was as if the rest of his life had been nothing but a nightmare, and when he woke up, his mother would still call him to breakfast with a loving smile.
There was no going back. There was no going back anymore.
"Lord Dartz. DARTZ!!!"
Rafael suddenly opened his eyes, which had turned bloodshot, and threw back his head in a howl like a wounded beast.
Was what this man had said really true? Had Doma truly manipulated his fate? Was Dartz the murderer behind his family's deaths?
Was his life... nothing but a joke?
He also thought of Valon and Amelda, of the tragedies each of them had suffered.
*If his fate had been a tragedy manipulated by others, then