Tang San: Otto Cannot Account for the Human Heart, Such as the Moment One Person Takes a Blade for Another

On the screen, Holy Mark Space began to collapse. Durandal fell out of the white light and landed back on the streets of Kolosten. She knelt on the ground, her armor completely renewed, like a God of War who had just stepped down from an ancient altar. She raised her head toward the direction Otto had vanished in, her eyes burning with killing intent unlike anything before.

"She had grown stronger," Ji Dong said in a deep voice, though there was not the slightest hint of joy in it. "Strong enough to kill any enemy. But the stronger she became, the more satisfied Otto was. Because he had fed that strength to her with his own hands."

"And the saddest part is that she still thinks she broke through through her own will," Lie Yan said softly. "She will never know that from the moment she walked through that door, Otto counted every tear she shed as fuel. Her suffering, her origins, her name—they were all firewood. She merely set her own heart ablaze."

"What does Otto still lack now?" the Dragon Prince asked quietly.

"Only Kiana," Huo Yuhao said. "The silver-haired one. She has already rushed in. Dea Anchora has awakened too. Everyone's paths have converged at the same point. Next, it will be time for Otto to reel in the line."

"What will happen then?" Xiao Xiao asked.

"I don't know." Huo Yuhao shook his head. "But Otto will not let them come for nothing. He waited five hundred years for this moment. Every Chess Piece is in place, every sacrifice is ripe. It is time for him to close the door."

The Light Screen dimmed.

The God Realm fell into dead silence. After a long while, Xue Ye finally said in a low voice, "He turned the