The man's eyes burned fiercely as he summoned the last of his strength.
A blood-red saber suddenly materialized in front of him.
His face, once rosy from the exertion of battle, turned ghostly pale—a paleness that reflected the complete draining of his vitality.
The lackey standing across from him froze in terror as his gaze fell on the crimson blade.
"You actually used that move? Are you really leaving yourself no way out?"
The man's fierce expression didn't waver as he glared at the lackey, gritting his teeth.
"I knew from the moment we entered Life and Death Valley that brotherhood wouldn't last. Betrayal over benefits—it's inevitable."
"You've been by my side for centuries, but I've been watching you all along. Did you really think I wouldn't notice your schemes?"
"But I never thought you'd act so decisively. Fine. Then let's die together!"
The lackey's face contorted in fear as he stared at the ominous saber.
