The End (pt.3)

The scythe sliced Duke Radian's neck in one clean move. 

But at that moment, the world was shaken even more. It shook even more than when Alastor put his Chaos Mana around the roots. 

"Zefe!" Alastor called her out and hugged her closer. 

The crack in the world, the sky, and the ground, all started to break even more. As if the world lost its meaning, it broke into countless pieces of glass. 

'In the end, this world was centered around two figures.'

The small girl in his arms and also, his father who had his head rolling on the ground just earlier. Why was it about his father as well? 

'My father and I were the ones who killed Zefe's off. No, I was forced to kill her. I cannot remember the details till now, but I know…'

He knew about it. He could not deny the overwhelming sadness and guilt he felt anymore. That was why he did not let go of Zefe. 

"Al, am I going to be part of that?"