This should have been a story of revenge for love.
A highborn "prince" met his Cinderella, but through a cruel twist of fate, another "prince" accidentally killed her...
Worst of all, something vicious had entered Wengestair's body. It clouded his reason, magnified his darkest emotions, and filled his heart with a longing to destroy and unleash his rage.
"Young man, I don't know what you've been through, or what happened," the Guardian said in a low voice. "But I will not allow anyone to endanger the city-state! This is humanity's last refuge, the last flame carrying its civilization. I must hold on until the day the world recovers and pass that flame into the next era. So... child, I'm sorry."
The Guardian's voice was gentle. He bore Wengestair no hatred for what he had done, nor did the black mist swirling above Wengestair's head shake him.
"You're going to kill me?" Wengestair sneered. "Of course I'll die. I have to keep Denisa company, or she'll be too lonely! But not yet. I'll watch with my own eyes as every last one of you dies, as this sinful city-state falls completely..."
"Ah." The Guardian sighed and slowly raised his right hand, tubes still inserted into it, pointing at Wengestair a few meters away.
By all rights, a single thought should have been enough for him to crush Wengestair with one finger. He possessed the strength of a Mid Calamity Rank powerhouse.
But at that moment, the Guardian's face grew even more strained. In disbelief, he blurted, "What have you done? I can't control the Psychic Energy inside me..."
Wengestair did not answer. He simply turned and walked away.
"Stop!" the Guardian shouted, struggling, but it was no use. Wengestair's back vanished from sight.
The Guardian had realized that the essence of