Steurn suddenly understood.
He lifted his gaze to the decapitated head before him, its eyes still wide open in death, and then looked down at the humming Sacrospring Sword in his hands.
The will and power that this Imperial sword represented were fully revealed at this moment, making him feel a burden heavier than ever before.
Lister, watching the ambush he orchestrated unravel in such an unexpected manner, didn't feel pain for the fallen members of the various factions, but rather frustration that not a single Imperial soldier had been killed by his carefully laid plan.
This was a massive setback for him.
Once again, in his covert battle with Aurek, he had failed.
"If it weren't for that unexpected factor—the golden-armored soldiers—maybe... maybe the outcome would have been different..."
He thought bitterly to himself.
"Kid, your calculations weren't wrong, but they still lacked a bit of rigor,"
