"You're here, Your Highness!" Dylan exclaimed, his face alight with relief as he spotted the grand duke.
"Dylan..." Lucian murmured, his voice distant, as if detached from the moment.
"I am glad you've recovered. However, if you need rest, we will try our best to handle this problem a little longer to buy some time," Glain said, bowing respectfully.
"Glain..." Lucian whispered again, his lips barely moving. Then, with a shake of his head, he grounded himself. "I'm fine. Report to me about the situation."
As Glain began explaining the crisis, Lucian felt a bitter laugh escape his lips. It was all too familiar- eerily so.
The visions he had seen while unconscious surged back into his mind.
A war against demons. A week of relentless bloodshed.
And then, devastation. Humanity had been wiped out, leaving only despair in its wake.