บท 115: Mythical Tyrant (Part 2)

"Shit...shit...shiiiiiiit!" The Ninth Landgrave, leader of the Berserk Colossi, slammed his throne's arms as he cursed Harun's move. His older brothers were no better, and even the First Landgrave, who until then only focused on Jiyan and the Rust Storm Formation, now fixed a muddled stare on the burning Harun—no—the burning Evil Soul Tree. Harun as a complete, sentient entity had died the moment he shattered his soul into all those fragments. "Why? I don't understand? Everything was going so well? Why commit suicide?"

The Landgraves asked one another. From the start, they didn't plan to claim Harun's life. Between Weeping Soul and him, one was destined to become their mother's food, while the other would either suffer the same fate or receive her favor. Although they didn't know which one would get what yet...neither could die under their watch. If this mistake delayed their mother's recovery, even ten deaths wouldn't be enough to apologize.