Laplace's Orb of Destruction struck the sea wall created by Amelia, exploding with a deafening boom.
Steam and mist filled the Amelia's Complete world.
The explosion faded slowly.
When the mist cleared, Laplace was standing with an annoyed look on his face.
Arthur was back beside Percival, holding Felix's body.
"That was… surprising," Laplace said quietly.
His eyes weren't on Amelia or Arthur.
They were on Percival.
"You manipulated his Fate and protected him from the Fate of Death," Laplace said, his tone now curious. "Such a powerful ability… It reminds me of that bastard 'I'."
He narrowed his eyes, studying Percival's existence more closely.
"Wait. Now that I look closer—"
"That's enough, Laplace," the voice of Kaelus, one of the Ancient Dragons, echoed from above.
Laplace stopped and looked up.
He clicked his tongue in irritation.
"You're no fun, Kaelus."
"We are not here to have fun."
Laplace sighed, stretching his neck as if this whole situation bored him.
