Chapter 568: Night (8)
Noir's eyes never opened again.
Eugene quietly gazed at her face, which looked as peaceful as if she were merely sleeping. There was no sign of pain, no hint of lingering regret — just a serene, self-satisfied expression.
Noir Giabella had died.
He turned his head to look at the distant sunrise, which was already hanging in the sky above. The night had passed, and morning had arrived. The light descending from the twilight sky illuminated the city. A once vibrant place was now reduced nearly to rubble, with most buildings collapsed.
Eugene paused to look at the frozen Ferris Wheel, then let out a short laugh.
"It's over,” he said.
Noir Giabella was dead.
He felt it deeply once again. A sudden pain surged from his severed arm, and his chest felt as if it might burst or tear open. His whole body trembled with a chill, and his head spun as his vision began to blur.
"I’m going to faint," Eugene stated.