"Seto."
Akhenaden felt as though his body had lost all weight, like a feather drifting down from high in the sky on the wind.
It was truly unbelievable.
Three thousand years ago, Akhenaden had always been proud of his son. He had always believed Seto was born extraordinary, firmly convinced that Seto possessed superior talent and greater power than the Pharaoh.
And there was that woman with the Blue-Eyes White Dragon spirit. The wondrous bond between her and Seto made it seem as though the Blue-Eyes White Dragon had been destined from birth to become Seto's power. That was why Akhenaden had always firmly believed that Seto was the one who should become Pharaoh.
But even so, he had never imagined that Seto would possess the ability to defeat his current self.
After receiving this brand-new Deck called "Great Sun" from Lord Zorc, he had deeply felt its power, and felt all the more that this was power that should belong to Seto.
No matter how strong Seto was, limited by his era, he could never defeat him while he wielded this Deck. That was how it should have been.
Yet his opponent had used those primitive, inefficient cards—such backward power—to truly break through the limits of his era and surpass him.
Akhenaden gently closed his eyes.
Within the darkness before him, his entire life seemed to flash by.
He had devoted himself heart and soul to the previous Pharaoh and given everything for Egypt's dynasty. And then there was what he could never forget for the rest of his life: the massacre at Kul Elna, the forging of the Millennium Items stained with endless blood. Even now, the souls of those sacrificed seemed to linger by his ears.
He had borne too many sins, too much blood, too much