Death is an undeniable truth.
No one could escape from it. No one could run away from it.
And of course, no one could… leave.
Just like Laplace could not leave.
"Fuck." Laplace cursed.
He didn't even sense Dreamer standing close to him.
Laplace saw Dreamer's face and he knew what kind of face it was. It was the face of an angry man. A man who would kill without a thought.
Laplace saw such faces many times but this time, he felt something he never did.
Fear.
Laplace, the mighty Demon General, was scared for the first time against a Human of all things.
Against Dreamer.
Regardless of the strength Laplace had, he was scared due to only one reason.
That was, he couldn't see the future.
No matter how many times he tried, all he saw was darkness.
Nevertheless, he needed to do something. Dreamer was just in front of him.
