Owen watched as the light around him dimmed, the world seemingly on the brink of apocalypse.
He knew the world was beginning to crumble.
He and the Spectral Shadow Fiend were going to die here.
Yet, he harbored no regrets, his thoughts turning to the black protodragon's firm and gentle gaze.
The power he wielded now was almost entirely a gift from the black protodragon.
What right did he have not to fulfill the entrusted duties of the black protodragon? A wave of melancholy swept through Owen, but the strength in his hands only grew more formidable.
If death was imminent, he had no need to hold back.
His sole focus was to pin down the Spectral Shadow Fiend, preventing any unforeseen circumstances.
The Spectral Shadow Fiend's expression showed no sign of urgency.
It seemed to have accepted its fate.
Yet, the more indifferent it became, the more uneasy Owen felt.
