MARCEL'S POV:-
I then look at Morpheus… who has a wicked smile on his face.
I observe the world breaking into pieces on its edges and sigh as I know that it's all over. Even if I try to do something now, it would be quite honestly a waste of effort.
'Let's get out of here… but before that…at the very least I will kill you… maybe..' I think as I look at him.
Observing him standing there, it is quite easy to make out that he has been planning this for a long time. Wondering how long he has been planning for, I look at him having the same wicked smile as before.
"Looks like that is what you were trying to achieve… well… it is a pretty good move, I suppose," I speak as I look at the direction from where the breakage of this world is mostly visible and clap in a mocking manner.
"So? What are you going to do next? I can easily escape from this world on my whim… but what about you? Do you kno-
And once again I die…? Huh? What is he…
