Indeed, the impostor wasn't Feng Chen, the Herrscher of the End.
Because what had unknowingly been born within Feng Chen, the Herrscher of the End, and taken over this body was the real Feng Chen.
"So this is why humans are foolish—they can't even discover the truth of things, and only know how to judge them based on everything they see before their eyes."
Feng Chen, the Herrscher of the End, thus denied the group he had once lived among.
The two appeared in the ruins again. The difference was that this world had changed.
This world had not the slightest trace of color.
Even the last bit of life no longer existed.
"How is it? This is what he did." Feng Chen, the Herrscher of the End, smiled as though kindly reminding Bianca.
"Now, you have enough reason to kill him, don't you?"
Feng Chen, the Herrscher of the End, spread his arms and faced Bianca with a crazed smile.
"Come on, kill me! Give it everything you've got. Even if you have to burn your life and soul, fight me until the very last moment!"
But events unfolded beyond his expectations.
Instead of fighting as he wished, Bianca combined the longsword and lance again, then withdrew her weapons.
"There is no need."
No need? Feng Chen, the Herrscher of the End, froze for a moment before widening his eyes—
What showed in them was nothing but fear.
"That's right. There is no need."
A hand had pierced through his chest. It was just like the final scene from the mimicked boy's memories before his death.
The owner of that hand was naturally Feng Chen.
Feng Chen, the Herrscher of the End, grabbed the hand and shoved it out of his body, then turned and stared at Feng Chen