Antonio stared helplessly at the man before him, his eyes filled with despair.
A man with jet-black hair and a strikingly handsome face.
A face he had seen somewhere before.
His gaze shifted past Michael—someone he never expected to see in a place like this.
There stood a face he could never forget, even in dreams.
"God of Death…"
Antonio writhed with disgust.
The god he had once trusted and depended on had appeared in human form.
"How dare you stand so proudly, after abandoning your role as a god…!"
Alfred said nothing as he watched him.
Antonio continued to howl in anguish.
"Radiance fulfilled his duties as a god! You hypocrite! You betrayed those who revered you as their deity…!"
Alfred remained silent.
His robe fluttered gently in the lingering breeze.
Above the desolate sea, shrouded in mist and darkness, Antonio—the man who had once served as the priest of death—was now howling.
His face was twisted with tears and fury.
