Marden knew his time had come.
The Cult Leader's cold killing intent had locked onto him, and there was no place to run. He had done everything in his power to guide the events to this point in time.
And now… he had fulfilled his role.
His expression, strangely enough, was that of relief.
I have served my purpose, he thought to himself.
I leave the rest to you.
It was a short life, but I did the best I could.
My only regret is that… I never got to see the wonders of the Greater Universe.
Oh, how beautiful the distant stars must be.
The ghosts of the Benton Family standing behind him seemed to rejoice at this moment. The men, the women, the elderly, and the children displayed a dark, gleeful expression on their faces.
Marden turned ever so slightly and looked at them.
You all must be eager to see what comes next, eh? He thought.
Well… I hope my actions have redeemed—
His thoughts came to an abrupt halt when he felt a terrifying and suffocating aura press down on him.
