Was everything over?
Liu Di stood in the dungeon, witnessing that unbelievable history through a shoebox-sized ventilation window.
The true Count Dracula had been born.
Next, he would lead the people in resisting the invaders and win victory after victory.
But in the end, he too would die in war, his corpse torn into four pieces and stored in various churches.
Though this was already established history, Liu Di still felt a faint sadness at the thought.
Even a brief encounter made them friends. Learning of his death so early was helplessly frustrating.
Beyond the iron bars, the scene boiled with fervor because of Dracula's rise.
But Liu Di slowly sighed.
He then prepared to throw the Time Halberd and vanish from this stretch of history.
Absentmindedly, Liu Di cast one final glance beyond the iron bars.
His body suddenly stiffened.
He clearly saw Gu Fan, dressed in white, standing atop the walls of Dracula's Castle and gazing into the distance.
Liu Di was certain that this time, it really was her.
Because the trace of sorrow in her eyes was exactly the same as when T5 in the Brain Realm had been about to face T6's attack.
It was a feeling of compassion for all beneath heaven, of a mother to the world.
Of course, this was not Gu Fan herself either, but still only a phantom left behind by an "imprint."
Liu Di slowed his movements, his brows knitting slightly.
What was Gu Fan looking at?
She seemed deeply worried.
Was she worried about the residents within this city?
According to historical records, a cruel and bloody battle would soon take place, and countless civilians would lose their lives in it.
The River of Time was profoundly mysterious. The point in time Liu Di had arrived at was