Mo Wen was on the brink of death.
His Contract had been torn up, and unilaterally at that.
This should never have happened.
Because [Promise] was a Talent.
Talents were difficult to break.
Unless...
["Transcendent Destruction, then. I see. That good-for-nothing disciple of mine was hiding his abilities all along. He never revealed his Talent, the ability to destroy other people's Talents.
No...
It probably isn't destruction. Otherwise, he would have acted against all one hundred and nine of them, rather than tearing up the Contracts of a mere dozen or so.
This backlash...
It truly is painful... Xiao Ai, who stole you away?"]
Mo Wen swung his blade, his body already drenched in blood.
Dark red light covered him from head to toe.
"Dusk... is about to end... Heh."
He raised his head and looked toward the sky.
He looked into the Zero-Day Hero's eyes.
Those eyes did not belong to the true soul within that body.
That was Lu Jiayun's gaze, a look full of ambition, allowing no defiance, harboring a desire for absolute control over everything. It had been etched deep into Mo Wen's memory since the day he first met Lu Jiayun.
The Zero-Day Hero raised her arm and pulled the trigger of that firearm that resembled a piece of music.
Ice-blue ripples spread from its muzzle, dyeing the entire world that same ice blue...
The War Drum behind Mo Wen extended translucent arms, seized those three foolish men and women, and only then abruptly retreated.
Large numbers of his Slaves turned into ice crystals within those ripples, then vanished into thin air.
Death was not cruel. The cruelest thing was that the moment those Slaves disappeared, Mo Wen could no longer recall their names.
Names were important.
Yet after killing someone, this Zero-Day Hero could