"Want to take a look?"
Travis put away the revolver and looked at another version of himself that had been knocked down.
The younger Travis got up, once again dug out the bullet from his head, and shook his head.
"Didn't you feel it? That intense life force was suddenly suppressed. I'm afraid Kaster is already dead. Going now would be unwise. Our opponent's strength seems beyond our imagination."
"Withdraw."
He finally said, putting his fallen cowboy hat back on his head.
"Then let's withdraw, brother. You're the spokesperson for death."
Travis raised his glass once again.
"Then, let's toast to today's scorching sun and the departed souls!"
Even though it was clearly the darkest of nights.
At the same time, Ethan had already walked back upstairs from the basement.
On the third floor.
Lily, who was decaying in Valentino's arms, had surprisingly come back to life.
