This was the first time since that voyage that Hert was so close to Nolen, so intimately expressing his emotions.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Hert swung his sword wildly, he knew everything was over, Bai Ou had fallen, Duwa had fled, and he was facing complete failure.
After this incident, even if the board didn't execute him, he would probably be detained on some distant island in the ocean, imprisoned until death, never to see Emily again.
"Hert."
A voice called out to him, and suddenly all the clamor, cold, and pain vanished.
Hert's heart sank into absolute emptiness, feeling nothing, neither anger nor sorrow.
Profound darkness enveloped Hert, in the endless grayness, a pair of burning, fire opal-like eyes emerged, slowly approaching Hert, and the indistinct figure became clear.
