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The words from the Blood Monarch hit Luther like a physical blow.

His face turned ghostly pale, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

His breath came in ragged gasps.

"No… no… this can't be…" he stammered, his voice breaking as panic took hold.

The world around him, frozen in eerie black and white, began to shift.

The once-static scene trembled violently, cracks spreading through the monochrome landscape like shattered glass.

"Wait… wait! Don't leave me!"

Luther pleaded, his voice rising in desperation as he clutched at the air.

His eyes darted frantically toward Alex, still frozen with his hand raised.

Luther's terror spiked.

He didn't want to face him again—the demon that had pushed him to this edge.

But his pleas were met with silence.

The Blood Monarch's presence faded entirely, leaving behind a hollow emptiness that gnawed at Luther's soul.

He was truly alone.