Chapter 580 Vulture's Sorrow And Mystic Practitioners

"You motherfucker... you didn't even wait for me to save you..." Vulture sobbed, his voice trembling.

"It's my fault, brother," Vulture choked out, his voice breaking.

"I should've gone with you, or at least not let you go alone. Maybe I shouldn't have let you go at all. I'm so sorry..." He collapsed forward against the lifeless body of the mutated tree, sobbing uncontrollably, each breath ragged and strained.

Vulture could barely catch his breath as he wept, his heart heavy with guilt. Deep down, he had known the chances of Sparrow surviving were slim, but he had held on to the hope—hope that Sparrow's resourcefulness and cunning would somehow pull him through, that he'd always find a way out of any situation.

That small flicker of hope was what kept him going. But now, the harsh reality had settled in. His brother was gone.