บท 301: Painting The Stars With Blood

This was not over. The smile from the Third Prince that Rowan saw resembled a kid who was having fun. He suddenly understood where that feeling of disquietness he had was coming from. There was something inside the eyes of his father that he had never seen before, it was as if he was beginning to let go of himself.

Rowan did not know why the idea of something like that was beginning to scare him. It took a lot to scare Rowan now. 

Kohron Demon Prince of Strife scoffed in disdain, "I expected more from this task. Disappointing. How did such a weakling kill my Duke?"

Rowan felt the strings on his Primordial Record shiver, "He's not dead." whispered Rowan, "He is behind you."