No… no, I can't!
Caelan snapped his eyes open. The haze and despair in his gaze vanished in an instant, replaced by iron resolve.
He had fought his way to this point with unimaginable effort—ten straight years of relentless sword practice, day after day without pause. How could he just give up now?
There had to be another way. Think—now!
At this moment, Caelan felt as though he had been glued to a spider's web. He couldn't even swing his arms.
But even so, he didn't surrender. His mind spun at full speed, searching desperately for a way to break free.
Wait!
If there was something on him connected to the Dark Titan…
Aside from [Shattered Memories], there was also [Sacred Armor]!
Even though [Sacred Armor] was still damaged, nothing said it couldn't be equipped. At worst, it simply wouldn't be able to unleash its full power.
And more importantly—this was the only item he currently possessed that was on the same tier as the Dark Titan.
