Bab 976: Watchman

Vesper stood alone, facing his formidable adversaries. His commanders had been defeated, and his once-mighty army lay in ruins. Sarohan's betrayal had only deepened the wound. His face grew pale, and beads of sweat formed on his brow, but his eyes refused to surrender to the dire circumstances. Instead, they searched desperately for a way to escape this predicament.

Seraphine, her voice resonating with a chilling calmness, spoke, "Demons like us are creatures grounded in realism. Life and death are as natural to us as breathing. If the situation demands it, we embrace death without hesitation. Yet, what I find truly admirable about humans is their unwavering determination to survive, as if their very existence is essential to the world itself." With a graceful motion of her hand, crimson spears materialized from thin air. "However, I take no sorrow in extinguishing that resolve."