"…You came prepared, but even with all that effort, it's still nowhere near enough. You should've done more. But then again, it wouldn't have mattered. None of it matters."
Noel's voice echoed within the quiet confines of the Emperor's chambers.
The Emperor was dead.
So was Prince Gael.
The entire situation had unfolded in the same way that he had expected it to.
Turning his attention towards Dawn, Noel shook his head.
"Figuring out our intentions was never hard. I'll praise Toren for his ability to foresee what we were planning on doing, but that's still far from enough. Like I said. None of it matters under the watchful eye of someone who has seen it all."
Noel's voice stirred something in Dawn.
Staring in Noel's direction, a soft fluctuation radiated out of his body, and the world around them seemed to freeze.
This situation...
