Chapter 300: An Old Story (16)
He always knew the ending.
He just didn't know the process.
The process he witnessed firsthand was truly devastating and horrifying.
Estimated strength, Danger Level 9.
In the public's eye, it was classified as a 'catastrophe' level. As soon as he appeared, a national-level magic warrior squad had to be dispatched.
'... I couldn't keep my promise again. I can't die.'
At that very moment, he lay defeated and prepared to take his last breath.
No, to be precise... Isaac was no longer a mage but a dark mage.
The whole world turned white. The pride of the Morph Grand Duke Family, the Morfran Forest, was entirely burnt and stripped of its glory. In its place, a cold glacier mountain stood tall.
The iceberg hovering over the white flames was utterly alien yet it was beautiful. In the middle of it, a massive white demon lay fallen.
What did you stand in my way for? Are you going to lie as well and boast that it was for the sake of the world?