Chapter 24: Ch 24 : Weakness
"So, this is what that person meant by the 'Cursed Fate' before they died?" Noel murmured, repeating the words over and over as he stared at the crystal-clear orb on the altar.
His fingertips had already dug deep into his flesh, and streaks of blood seeped through his fingers, dripping onto the cold floor—like a blood flower blooming in the emptiness, both tragic and resolute.
"Is this... the absurd and ironic fate that has shaped me into who I am today? But why? Why me? Can anyone tell me why this cursed fate chose me!?" Noel shouted, his voice filled with anguish, as if demanding an answer from some unknown force.
But the only response he received was the hollow echo of his own voice.
With a fierce punch, he struck the jade coffin, only to be forcefully thrown back again.
He stood up and punched once more—only to be repelled again.
No magic, no reason, no thought.
At this moment, Noel didn't need any of it.
All he wanted was to vent the endless frustration, helplessness, and pain within him.
He didn't know how long it lasted, but eventually, Noel collapsed onto the ground, unable to rise again.
Feeling the pain radiating through his limbs, he let out a loud, unrestrained laugh—wild, sorrowful, and filled with torment.