The moment the head of the Mystic Steel Tower Master came rolling across the ground and finally stopped at Kuroroa's feet, the old Wolfman and veteran hero, who had reached the twilight of his life and thought he had seen through life and death, suddenly realized that he had never understood them at all.
He had hoped to die before those relatives and friends of his.
But he had never wanted those relatives and friends to die before him—because he himself had been on the verge of death.
Judging purely by human standards, Mystic Steel was actually quite old, being over a hundred and fifty years old—but in the non-human world, where life-prolonging potions existed, Mystic Steel was a magician in the prime of his life.
He had already become the Tower Master of the Association's Secret Arts Tower. In the future, he should have shouldered the burden of the Magician's Association... His future, his destiny, had vanished.
It had vanished so easily, without the slightest warning.
Overwhelmed by grief and driven mad by rage... Kuroroa instantly transformed into a giant wolf nearly three meters tall, covered in fur and walking upright.
He furiously smashed aside the spirits of his former comrades who had surrounded him and charged in. Their strength was still the same as it had been back then—at least, their striking power was—but they seemed to lack agile thought, merely unleashing overwhelming force!
Kuroroa did not choose to make a tragic charge into the mass of spirits. He immediately snatched Mystic Steel's corpse back, then frantically rushed out from the outskirts of the ancient city's core... He feared nothing, but he needed to take Mystic Steel's body away from this place.
Because he was afraid that one day, Mystic Steel would become like the spirits inside the