"No need to consider my problem anymore. I've accepted my fate. If you could have come earlier... Forget it. To have found a human to talk to at the end of my life is already my good fortune." Reeves sighed softly, his gaze toward Angel somewhat dim.
If Angel had come earlier, perhaps he could have used some means to seize Angel's body. But now, it was already too late. He knew his own body very well—it had entered the final stage of assimilation. Even if a legendary wizard descended, they would be powerless to turn things around.
Perhaps only those great beings capable of creating miracles could turn decay into wonder. Yet with his lowly status, how could he possibly make such miraculous figures look upon him differently?
Thus, Reeves had accepted his fate.
Hearing Reeves' long sigh, Angel felt slightly heavy-hearted as well. He could see certain negative thoughts hidden in Reeves' eyes, but he also understood that Reeves was speaking the truth.
Angel understood the sorrow and evil in human nature very well, so he did not think Reeves' dark thoughts were anything extraordinary. In his place, Angel would have had the same thoughts.
At least for now, Reeves had suppressed those restless thoughts. He had not become like certain madmen who, even knowing they were about to die, would drag the entire world into the grave with them in their madness. From that perspective, Reeves had likely once been a rational white wizard.
After grieving for a moment, Reeves regained his composure. His life energy was continuously draining away along with the glowing green mist, and he had no time to waste on sorrowful emotions.
"Didn't you want to know the secrets of this ruin, as well as what I experienced here? I can tell you,