The sound of a man's sorrowful cries echoed through one of the rooms in the mansion, his sobs sounding like a regret he could never fix.
Thomas, with trembling steps, tried to walk toward his wife who had risen from her eternal sleep—his daughter Mira had healed her, giving him hope.
The wound on Thomas's forehead, which had been bleeding, had now dried, but his tears still continued to wet his face.
His steps came to a halt as a voice echoed in his mind, a voice that reminded him of the promise he had made.
That voice sounded disgusting to hear.
'You…have…failed…Thomas…'
Thomas's legs, which had already lost their strength, gave out, and both his knees hit the floor.
Mira, seeing that, tried to approach her father, while Thomas's wife could only cover her mouth, unable to come closer.
Thomas bowed down before Mira and his wife, his tears soaking the floor of the room.
That disgusting voice echoed again in Thomas's mind.
'I…will…take…the artifact…myself…'
