Chapitre 352: The Monster Humanity Needs

Reality cracked again before Adam, the raining shard blinding and forcing his eyes shut after Luna vanished. When he reopened them, he found himself outside, floating behind Prometheus.

In a second, he scanned his surroundings, noticing the fuming ground and remains of vaporised creatures. He also smelled the fresh scent of unpolluted air for the first time in a while. And finally, he saw the enormous terror lying under Prometheus' sitting figure.

Then, he heard the man exhale a mouthful of turbid air and a few drops of blood.

"Finally, I became an arcanist."

Prometheus' weary voice echoed in the vast yet empty lands. He had completed his mission and could finally return to the city after a long year.

Despite the joyous occasion, he felt nothing but gloom. Gloom because his body was failing. No matter what he did, he couldn't stop its decay.