Amon felt sympathy from the bottom of his heart, which led him to do what he did.
However, he didn't feel that his creation points had been wasted. Instead, there was a sense of warmth in his heart, and the unsettling amount of killing intent within him seemed to melt away.
Whenever traces of killing intent threatened to surge again, images of those people would force it back down.
Amon had also confirmed that he hadn't completely lost himself after ten monotonous years of solitude.
Although his mentality had changed greatly, in the end…
Amon was still Amon.
The dragon continued at an even pace as the bluish scenery stretched endlessly onward.
The two moved in silence, while Amon wondered where Helena had gone.
Suddenly, something caught the corner of his eye.
The dragon seemed to notice it as well and adjusted its flight direction.
'Dad, what's that?' Aegon asked as they drifted closer.
