Chapter 481: Supreme being of Death
His legs shook as he forced himself straight, using the wall for support. Blood dripped from his chin, and each breath scorched his throat. Still, his legs moved on their own, guiding him out of the room and then onto the terrace once again.
The cold night air hit him like a wall. He welcomed it. At least this cold wasn’t trying to kill him.
But the moment he reached the edge, another wave of pain tore through him. He dropped to his knees, slamming hard onto the stone floor.
He could barely hold himself up—but he forced himself to.
Not out of pride. Not out of stubbornness.
But because the answer—the cause of all this—was standing right in front of him.
His half-lidded eyes flicked upward, meeting the shadowed figure before him.
"Wh–who... are... you..." Julian managed to utter, each word tearing through his throat like shards of glass.
A tall, lean man stood beneath the moonlight. His long black hair shimmered faintly with an eerie gleam, as though it contained a void within. Those eyes—hiseyes—were endless. They weren’t just dark. They were the abyss. Cold, merciless, and so deep that Julian felt his soul slipping toward them.
Dressed in a black kimono, he seemed simple in form yet utterly unnatural. The fabric didn’t merely cling to his body—it belonged to it, part of him like flesh and blood. It moved with no wind, rather fluttered with his thoughts, alive in some unspoken way.
Kin... King of... Apollo...
The single realization made everything clear to Julian. His mind tried to reject it, but the signs were all too clear.