Chapter 371. At the End of the World (3)
Halo wondered if what he felt was the moment of death.
He could only smile at the hot pain burning through his chest. He had lived a long time for someone who still gripped a sword. He'd toppled the Malevolent Emperor, risen to be the continent's strongest, and endured for quite some time. It had been long, but not boring. Only a little regret remained at the end.
Halo coughed.
If he had held on a bit longer, it could have helped Caron. That was the single, faint regret—the rest was gone. Surpassing human limits alone didn't seem as if it would aid Caron any further.
Crrrack.
The core, torn by the blade, burned with its last flame. A deep, vivid blue ignited and lent Halo a final breath of vitality.
"If one is perceptive, this is how it goes. Could've let yourself be fooled a bit, you know? I never planned to kill you here, Grandfather," the false Caron mocked.
The Demon King before Halo sneered and taunted him. Even wearing Caron's face, that figure wasn't Caron. The resemblance only stoked Halo's anger.
"Nothing will be left for you," Halo declared.
"Is that a curse?" the false Caron rasped. "Not like Grandfather at all. The Halo Leston I remember... was so great I wouldn't have expected you to spill a drop of blood. That fake softened you up, didn't it? You grew weak because of the impostor. Tsk tsk."
Even calling that thing Caron felt disgusting. It was a Demon King—no, the Final Demon King. He continued to mock Halo.
"Those with something to protect grow weak. Only when you have nothing to lose can you embrace madness and transcend limits," the Final Demon King added.