Ultraman Lato Guiaro, his life rapidly slipping away, fell into a daze. Even his thoughts of self-preservation became blurred.
In the haze, he vaguely saw Juan Oro, the wrinkled old man, standing in the middle of the sea, waving with a mix of joy and mockery.
At that moment, Lumian's voice resonated from the horizon, faint, ethereal, and elusive.
"Did you go to Cordu Village to confirm the situation?"
Cordu Village? The time Mad Lady and I visited Nolfi, and went there just out of convenience? Lato Guiaro lost focus, and Lumian's figure reflected in his closed eye.
With the intent to annoy, he spoke his last words in Highlander.
"I've been there… with Mad Lady. It was… simply for fun… but Loki… seemed to… have ulterior…"
Don't you want to know what happened back then? Sure, I'll speak in Highlander. It's your problem if you don't understand. Your fault for not taking this language seriously in the past!
