In his daze, Brendel heard a scream, yanking him back from the world of endless darkness. If there was one voice that he would never forget, then perhaps it would be the voice he heard that night he escaped from Bucce. It was a simple promise to each other.
“Will you protect me, Brendel?”
“Yes, I will.”
Brendel opened his eyes incredulously and saw that familiar figure. The merchant lady was hanging from a rope around the neck of the emerging Titan Statue. Although she was scratched everywhere from swinging around and rubbing against the granite, she still looked happy to see Brendel.
What are you doing?!
The only thing Brendel wanted to do right now was glare at the merchant lady, just as he would every time she had gotten into trouble in the past. But unfortunately, he did not even have the strength to blink, so he could only lie still and watch, waiting for the unyielding gift to go away.
The portals behind the two Titans were a blindingly bright red, as if all chances have been lost. Amandina’s whereabouts and whether she had found the node on the portal remain unknown.
There might be another chance.
Brendel stared at the merchant lady, Roman was now climbing onto the giant statue’s shoulder. Earhole, he said to himself. He knew that it was the only way into the Titan Statue’s manipulation core.
As if she had heard his voice, the merchant lady started to crawl in that direction.
But at that moment, a spark of electricity suddenly appeared on the Titan Statue’s shoulder, immediately wrapping around the merchant lady. Brendel’s eyes widened, as he saw Roman twitching in the electricity and then collapsing in a cloud of smoke.
Brendel’s heart went cold.
He was breathing heavily. Remorse injected itself into his heart like poison. He thought that perhaps if none of this happened, the merchant lady, Amandina, and the others would have had their own destinies.
But because of his one wish.
Everyone came here.
Though in the end, nothing could be changed.
Did I really make the wrong choice when I was at Coldwood Castle? He could not help but close his eyes. Francia’s clear eyes surfaced to his mind. If I could choose again, what choice would I make?
Brendel did not know.
He opened his eyes one last time as if saying a final goodbye to the world that had brought him this brief yet unforgettable experience. He wanted to look at Roman for one last time, to look at that merchant lady, whom he had promised to become the greatest merchant with together..
But he had broken his word.
But what he saw made his heart constrict; he saw the merchant lady crawling towards the Titan’s earhole. She was merely inches away.
Roman is not dead!
The manipulator of the Titan Statue seemed to have realized the threat, and the giant statue actually raised its left hand to slap its shoulder. At that moment, Brendel’s heart lifted, fea
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