Kapitel 499: Verxes

"Father."He groaned. "I should have known when Minerva showed up."

Sigmar was grievously injured, but he did have a complete body. He was a genuine Fluid Grandmaster supported by this world and boosted by Jake's passive Myrtharian Body. For Nylreg at that very moment he was the worst possible opponent.

Nodding gratefully to Jake and the others, Sigmar looked at his son with deep sorrow before he let out a long, weary sigh.

"I'm sorry, son. The adventure for you ends here."

The next thing he knew, Sigmar's glowing arm was piercing his son's chest, his heart beating wildly in his hand. The space then distorted around Nylreg and his father, seemingly forming a vortex, and their bodies slowly began to break apart as if they were both being ground down by a steamroller.

"Why?" Nylreg asked, spitting out silver blood with the desperation of a child in search of recognition.