Lightbearers

After saying that, Xia Lun looked at Buster with interest.

Frankly, he was curious how Buster, who used to talk endlessly of fate's gifts and blessings, would react to his words. Buster froze. A few seconds later, his pupils narrowed.

Xia Lun had expected him to blush, but to his surprise, Buster's expression turned serious instead.

"Fate may exist, but what happens is ultimately up to us. Fate can take a wrong turn, too." Buster took a deep breath and looked at Xia Lun solemnly. "One person may be helpless against the tide of fate, but if we stand together, we can put up some resistance."

"After all, Awu even led us refugees—people who used to count for nothing—to victory against the mighty Ghost Holy Crusaders."

The Black Duke, still kneeling on the ground, twisted his neck and turned the dozen or so eyes on his face toward Buster.

In the past, he would have dismissed such words as the ravings of a madman. But now, through sacrifice and effort, these individually weak Lightbearers had driven back the darkness and even changed the course of the apocalypse itself.

He had chosen the path of the Fusion Faction and turned himself into an Evil Spirit because he believed humanity could not defy the designs of those above them. Rather than fight the cruel fate that was bound to come, he had decided to accept it.

Looking at Buster, the Black Duke even felt a pang of shame.

At the mention of "Awu," Renee immediately poked her head out from behind Xia Lun. Her face was redder than ever, like a ripe apple. Clenching her fists, she waved frantically at the impassioned Buster, signaling him to shut up. "Stop. Please stop."

"Awu?" Buster froze again. "Praise Awu!"

Renee was rendered speechless. She