"ANSWER ME, STEFAN!!!"
Despite screaming with such gall, Ivan's loud voice echoed more helplessness than authority.
He was so puzzled and broken by the heartwrenching sight that he couldn't barely hide his feelings.
"You don't need to shout." Stefan answered with a small sigh.
A brief moment of silence echoed amidst the two sides, and Stefan raised his gaze to the distant sky above him—probably staring at the far reaches of space.
"Purpose. I have none any longer." He mumbled.
For a moment, no one said anything. Perhaps they misheard him, or couldn't understand what he was saying.
"In the past, I desired to be strong. Stronger than Maria, stronger than Jared. I just didn't want to be inferior to anyone…"
His cold gaze flickered with a bit of light before fading away very swiftly.