Bobota clenched his fists. The immense power he had possessed not long ago stood in stark contrast to his current extreme weakness.
From mind to thought, from body to soul. That boundless emptiness made him understand one thing.
Everything was over.
His clansmen, the Origin-Worshiping Flame... and his sister.
"I'm sorry." Bobota murmured to himself. Images flashed through his mind one after another, and as those memories broke through the encirclement, his eyes grew hazy as well.
"Bobota."
At that moment, a sighing voice rang beside his ear.
Angel had not expected that, after just speaking with a sobbing Young Fire Demon, he would come to Bobota and hear crying again.
Hearing Angel call his name, Bobota raised his head. His eyes still shimmered with tears as he kept muttering, "It's over."
"This was your own choice. You should have anticipated the outcome," Angel sighed softly.
Listening to the voice by his ear, Bobota's mind slowly awakened from its chaos. He glanced at Angel, his gaze dimming.
"I knew I was destined to die. I only wanted to delay it a little longer, wanted to sacrifice Orucia to buy a little more time. I never expected such consequences. I had long anticipated that this day might come, but in my arrogance, I thought I could control the situation."
"Yet in truth, I accomplished nothing."
The greatest illusion of his life had been: I can.
When Bobota mentioned Orucia's shell, Angel raised an eyebrow. "Do you still want to use Orucia's body as a sacrifice?"
Bobota gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
When he had previously tried to use the Descent Object to pray for the Lord of Profundity's arrival, only for the other party to ignore him completely, he had already understood everything.
From beginning to end,