Chapter 370. At the End of the World (2)
Caron opened his eyes in the dark. An unreal landscape unfolded before him. Fragments of memory, rendered like paintings, floated gently in front of his eyes.
Guillotine, Caron called internally.
Guillotine was his constant companion. Even if Caron called in his sleep, it would answer. But now, he couldn't even feel a trace of Guillotine. Everything felt hollow. There was no one around; only fragments of memory filled the space.
"Cardan, you will understand me, won't you? You are trapped in the time stream, and I am trapped in fate."
"The Demon King of Void wants us to kill him ourselves."
"That's why we shall make a vow."
"Even if we cross hundreds, even thousands of worlds, lead me to the conclusion."
The moment Rael and Cardan had sworn that oath echoed like a ripple in his ear.
Countless other memories drifted in front of him. Not only the life of Rael Leston, but even the life he had once lived as Cain Latorre. If Rael Leston's memories rang out like echoes, the life of Cain Latorre unfurled in raw, exposed detail. This time, it wasn't fragmented shards.
When Caron blinked once, he was suddenly back to that moment when despair had engulfed him.
"You worthless piece of trash! I told you to fall over when I stabbed you! Because of you, the bastards I poured money into—huh?—they're trying to kill me now!"
Caron heard a voice. Before he knew it, he was there again.