When Julius heard the door of the cell being locked, and there was only darkness and the stench of decay around him, he finally realized that everything was happening now, along with the fate that awaited him.
His teacher failed, and the chosen one of the Goddess of Life also failed.
He witnessed the descent of the Sword of Judgment, followed by a long night.
He also witnessed the sun rise again, as if the world had experienced a process of destruction and rebirth.
Yet this time, the rightful gods stood against them.
Julius looked down at the hollow in his chest. The wound pierced by the other side had not healed. The pain from the rupture constantly tormented his consciousness, yet some incomprehensible force prevented him from dying despite his magical power being exhausted in battle and unable to heal the holy sword's wound left on him.
This was the power of the Divine Spirit, and he had become a sinner awaiting judgment.
"Damn it, damn it!"
