Popota clenched his fists; the formidable power he had possessed just a short time ago and his current extreme weakness formed a stark contrast.
From mind to thoughts, from body to soul. That endless void made one thing clear to him.
It was all over.
His clan, the Baiyuan fire... and his sister.
"I'm sorry," Popota murmured softly to himself. Images flashed through his mind, and as these memories broke through, his eyes began to mist.
"Popota."
At that moment, a sigh-laden voice resounded by his ear.
...
Angel had not expected that only a moment after speaking with a weeping young fire demon, he would come to Popota and hear crying again.
Popota heard Angel's call and raised his head, his eyes still glistening with moisture as he repeated to himself, "It's over."
"This was your choice, so you should have anticipated this ending," Angel said in a soft sigh.
