Soaring12 Last Resort

Preface:

Nature gives us life; art makes us human.

—Schiller

[Part① Up]

"Is it over?" Fuyanni's forehead beaded with cold sweat—

—he watched Judas's body fly backward, then saw the corpse slide across the ice like a rag, gradually stop breathing, and revert to its original Eagle Falcon form.

The golden pupils were about to lose their color. It seemed every sign of life was fading. The red butterfly slowly left the mouth of this leader of demons, only to be torn apart by the freezing gale.

Billy still hadn't let down his guard. "Looks like it's over."

Though he said that, he didn't recklessly recall his Soulmight. Instead, he kept his guard up toward the other side—

—he watched Fuyanni from the corner of his eye, especially the Blood Hawk.

Billy the Kid had no idea where Miss Lan Caiyun had come from. He didn't understand why his partner was holding this monster, but judging from Fuyanni's state of mind, perhaps it wasn't a bad thing.

All of Billy's remaining energy was focused on watching Fay Florasalin.

He had already made up his mind to say goodbye to FF—

—life came in many colors, and there were many paths one had to take. Love and wealth were both things he wanted, but if they came at the cost of freedom, he could give them both up.

What was freedom? Freedom wasn't doing whatever you wanted.

For Billy Horn, freedom was the power to refuse.

If he didn't want to do something, then he wouldn't do it.

Judas hadn't given him the power to refuse, and Fay had tried to control him, too.

Ever since the boy's troubled childhood, life had never given him a choice.

Whether it was his heartless mother or his stubborn father, his circumstances had shaped