"It's useless."
"What I see is not probability or possibility, but a predestined truth."
Fasco smiled.
"You will make your move, I will die here, everything will happen as scheduled, and then time will take care of the rest."
"And this time, we can finally annihilate the Lord of the Mist."
"Destruction and rebirth..."
"O Lord, your servant salutes!"
The surroundings roared, but Fasco slowly closed his eyes.
At this moment, Roger seemed to suddenly snap out of his reverie, his gaze sweeping over and landing on Kain's fractured corpse not far away.
Amidst the tremors, his corpse lost balance, the only remaining head tumbled down, half a face buried in filth, one eye seemingly staring at Roger.
"I understand!"
Roger suddenly lifted his head, the longsword in his hand piercing into Fasco's chest.
Squish!
"Yes, just like this."
"Death..."
With a strange smile, Fasco fell completely silent.
