When Lucifer's deep, slightly hoarse voice uttered the words, "I'm already too late,"
it was like a bombshell
had gone off among the four of them: Xiao Yu, Nanting Snow, Lin Zuoguang, and Gao Liceng.
The four of them, already on edge, felt their nerves pulled taut by his sudden words, plunging them into deep worry.
All four of them snapped their heads toward Lucifer, their eyes filled with desperation and longing. Like drowning men clinging to a final straw, they were desperate for him to reveal more information
and solve the mystery that shrouded them like a fog.
Lucifer, however, seemed to have hit a pause button. He slowly closed his mouth, his gaze drifting to the horizon as a mysterious aura enveloped him.
He stood there silently, facing the horizon, as if lost in thought, or perhaps peering through the vast expanse of sky and land at something they could never perceive.
In the distance, the sky and sea had, at some point, returned to their usual calm.
