Bill's fury was utterly genuine, without the slightest trace of pretense, because few people knew that within several thousand years of Ankazan's arrival in the Grayrain Kingdom, he had already become friends with Ankazan, who seemed stern and rigid but actually loved chatting and idle conversation.
In a sense, their friendship was far more than simply visiting each other's territory once every twenty thousand years, nor was it merely an exchange of basic brewing techniques. It was a bond of friendship that had run through most of their Legendary careers for millions of years!
Against the backdrop of this despairing era on Legendary Island, it was difficult to imagine that two Hermit faction Legendary professionals could honor an agreement not to discuss academic matters, cooperate, or conduct transactions; that they could become friends who drank and talked simply to share what they had seen, heard, thought, and felt over the course of their long lives, without seeking profit or greater power; and that they could even cast aside that almost cursed, boundless loneliness because of such friendship...
But Ankazan-Flamebrow of the Grayrain Kingdom and Bill Kaiton of the Aero Imperial Nation had done exactly that!
It was this ancient, steadfast friendship that had driven Blade of Light to fly from the Aero Imperial Nation to this nameless mountain range without hesitation the instant he realized his friend was in danger. It was also his understanding of Ankazan, and his rational grief, that had allowed the Legendary Ranger to personally kill his close friend while facing a powerful enemy.
But as that cold blade flash vanished in an instant, as Whisper of Destruction's icy mockery echoed through the deep pit, and as the corpse of the Incinerator shattered into pieces, what was Bill Kaiton feeling?
At this very moment, Bill, who