Chapter 565: Night (5)
Boom, boom, boom, boom….
The clamorous music echoed in his ears.
Ba-dum.
The beating of his heart swallowed the music. The multicolored lights of the Giabella-Face transformed the night sky, yet they were consumed by an even brighter, more intense light.
"Ah," Noir moaned.
Now was the moment. Noir gripped her necklace with a dreamy smile. The dream she had hoped would never end had concluded. It had felt as if the night would never end, as if it would never welcome the dawn. Yet, the moment was near for an ending. She felt death. She had become as desperate as she had yearned to be.
Hamel felt the same as Noir.
Ignition.
Noir had always loved that. It was a technique with reckless abandon that cared only for the moment, not what came after — an essence of murderous intent that sought to destroy the opponent while sacrificing one’s own life.