Watching as the demoness Synes headed straight for the enemy forces, Adam fell silent, gazing at the desolate landscape of Arkham, which had only recently managed to survive one of the greatest tides.
Asterin, who was floating nearby as always, broke the silence with a question:
"Are you sure about this? Do you want to go down that path?"
Adam didn't respond right away and let his thoughts wander. After a moment, he spoke:
The silence lingered long enough to become uncomfortable, but he didn't seem to notice.
"I'm sure of it; that's exactly why Synes is sending me. I'm simply returning what I received."
His gaze remained fixed on the horizon, not wavering for a second.
He clenched his teeth tightly, remembering that the image of his mother only made his anger grow stronger and stronger.
The memory was still fresh, too present to ignore.
"I'm just responding this way, and if that's cruel… so be it; I have no regrets."
