Outside the royal capital, at the bottom of an unknown, secluded cliff.
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared here.
He seemed to fly silently from the horizon, and upon arriving here, he immediately dropped down, as if drained of all his strength.
"Bang!"
With a heavy thud, the person crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
"Cough cough...!"
Blood spurted out from his mouth, telling others how severely injured he was.
Upon closer inspection, the person indeed bore extremely serious injuries.
Not only were there burns and scorch marks all over his body, but he also had lost a hand and a leg.
Blood flowed relentlessly from his body, gradually staining the ground beneath him red.
Such a pathetic state, so miserable, made his face contort as he began to growl.
"Bastards! Bastards! Bastards...!"
With his remaining hand, he struck the ground heavily, causing it to shatter.
"Why!?"
"Why is it always you!?"
"Why——!?"
Helimis was infuriated beyond words.
