Sainsai stood rooted to the spot, his eyes full of confusion. He gave up all bodily action and merely indulged in meaningless thoughts on the verge of death.
He did not know where Weimeng had come from.
Nor did he know why this hunter's mind simply could not be completely crushed.
Yet there was one fact Sainsai now understood with perfect clarity.
If he had made any greatest mistake today—
Then without a doubt, it was the act of "Sainsai attacking Weimeng with the Tainted Crystal Dagger" itself.
Sainsai had originally been convinced that the Tainted Crystal Dagger would surely become the final straw that broke the rat's back.
In the end, this mental weapon brimming with endless secrets had instead become Weimeng's sustenance.
Sustenance that allowed him to shed his mortal shell and be reborn.
Sustenance that awakened and revived him as a monster.
And just as Sainsai fully grasped this, the murky black hue that had seeped into the Brand Mark Field crawled over his limbs.
The next second, dense murky-black pustules began to swell from those blackened parts, directly severing their neural connection to Sainsai's brain and leaving him unable to feel those limbs any longer.
Then, stripped of all strength, Sainsai toppled backward helplessly.
(Ah... is this the end of my road?)
In the instant before he hit the ground, Sainsai's heart gave rise to one final realization.
(I had thought that in this life, I could still bring more salvation to the world and shatter more falsehoods.)
(And yet, today, I must ultimately lay down my mission here, evade my responsibility, and welcome release?)
(How utterly shameful.)
(But no matter how unwilling I may be, there is nothing to be done.)
*(Before these beings who transcend all reason, the strength of one man is always