Lucifer was hidden in the rubble, unable to see what was happening on the other side. However, he could hear everything clearly.
Hearing the words of those men, he felt his blood boil. He wasn't angry at the others, but he was angry at himself. Even after traveling through time, he wasn't able to change anything. He was still just weak, unable to save anyone.
With each passing second, he felt furious. This was possibly his last chance. He didn't know how much he was going to break mentally if he failed to save his family even now.
He was weak now. He was only a child, who couldn't even speak. However, he knew he had to do something. He couldn't let everything fall apart.
Throughout his anger, he kept trying to think of a way. And the only possibility he could see was the inheritance of his father. As a child, he didn't have much strength. He couldn't even awaken the abilities of his clan until he grew older. However, he was different.
