Chapitre 307: Choice

The recoil of Destiny wasn't something trivial, the state of mind of the young man becomes greatly compromitted after each use, it was like Russian roulette, depending on what he chose, he could become a real lunatic.

"That should be the cane, right?" Said the young man while looking at a black cane with a golden handle.

"Yeah, that should be it, there isn't any other cane here anyway" Said Clara.

"Fascinating! This cane seems to be kind of special, I don't know how though" Said Mengele.

"Let's get it and get the hell out of here, we still have to meet with… god" Said the young man.

"…Sure…" Said Clara.

The trio grabbed the cane and when out of the room, however, just as they went out, the sound of steps stopped their tracks.

"Another enemy?" Asked Mengele.

Clara sniffed around and made a sound of relief.

"No, it's god" Said Clara.

 As Clara said, two silhouettes could be seemed on the distance.

A man and a woman.