Chapter 78: For My Love

There they stood: Valentius and Albert. The Nightshade and the Northern Berserker. They couldn't be more different from one another.

Albert was tall now. The golden apple had made him into a lean but well-built man. A man with long blonde hair in a braid. A man whose brown eyes were narrowed.

Valentius was gathering gazes. His red and silver armor had not been seen since the days of the legions. There were times when the humans had looked as far as their eyes could see and proclaimed it all theirs.

"Albert," Valentius stepped towards the man. The staff on his back was as he remembered from that fateful day when Albert had forced him into the time rune. "You look well."

Albert bowed his head.

He had robbed Valentius of the chance to enjoy life. He had forced him into a time rune with Nero and Amos. Both men were now flanking Valentius.

The Archdemon, with his black flowing robes and his cursed soul-collector mask.