842 Second Trial 161 (1/2)
Dyon powerlessly fell to the ground, roaring into the skies.
Tears fell from the eyes of Amphorae's parents as their attacks against the mysterious clan dao experts grew fiercer. If only they were stronger, if only they had finished their opponents off faster, maybe, just maybe, their daughter would still be alive.
In the distance, Luna's face was so pale that she directly coughed up mouthfuls of blood continuously. Her once glowing complexion was nowhere to be seen, replaced by tears and endless grief.
Luna had done too much wrong in her life. She had caused her own sister so much pain that she fell for their disgusting father. She had ruined almost 30 years of Dyon's life and even led to the destruction of his clan. But, maybe the person she had harmed the most was Amphorae.
Not only had she forcibly taken Amphorae's love through underhanded means, she had caused her years of misery.
Michael, the man who had supposedly fallen for Amphorae was just yet another manipulated by Luna. In her attempt to make it up to Amphorae, she had sent off another man to his death.
Amphorae, who had blamed herself for Michael's death, had actually not been responsible at all.
Then, Luna didn't bat an eye when she decided to eradicate the Angel Clan, thinking that this was what she owed her sister, but she had only ended up causing endless misery to a group of people who had done nothing wrong.
And in the end, even Amphorae's death had been her fault.
If she hadn't hesitated in helping Dyon, how could he have been blown away so decisively? If she had supported him to the end, Amphorae would have never needed to step in at all, and she could still be living…
”I don't deserve to live…” Luna, for the first time in her life, felt clarity. She simply didn't deserve to be on this earth. Her every attempt to ”help” ended in disaster, and even when her decision was correct to begin with, she always ended up somehow making the wrong choice in the end.
Her powers shouldn't exist in this world, and neither should she.
Luna looked back toward the valley of the wind abyssal core, yet even in the face of her own death, she only felt like this was right. However, before she left, there was something she had to do…
Elder Conli lay limply in the middle of the crater, anger lighting his gut as he raged inwardly. How had he been put in such a state by a mere child?!
His heart contracted again. Elder Conli could tell that if he output power any more than a saint, this flower would immediately crush his heart to smithereens. Although he was angered beyond belief, he had to think of a solution. He couldn't allow this to continue.