Chapter 920: Mourning true love

Ivan

We followed him, but I knew he wasn't taking us to her.

He thought I couldn't hear him, so he was muttering to himself. Every other word was praying that he could buy enough time for the others to come and save him. Don't misunderstand. His concern was not for everyone else. It was for himself. His fear was that once he took me to the fake Dagan, he'd no longer be any use to either of us, and he'd be killed. Honestly, it's not the worst assumption on his part.

It's taking everything in Leviathan to keep Barakael at bay.

I don't know how he's doing it, but somehow, he is. The angel inside me keeps sending images of the moment his life ended—not when he ceased to exist as Barakael but when his purpose for being ended—the day Dagan no longer lived in the same universe. That was the same day he lost hope in anyone.

Unfortunately, this was the worst time for this.