...
Lynch's voice was like a knife scraping bone, methodically carving away the last sliver of hope in Angus's heart.
Although this was the first time he had seen this "neighbor" in person.
But Angus was absolutely certain this was Lynch Blackwood. The young man who had arrived in Lakefront Town as a mere Tier One Necromancer apprentice, yet had managed to build it into a thriving domain in just over half a year.
This was the very man who had played his twelve-hundred-strong army like a fiddle, driving him into utter desperation.
From his initial anger, indignation, and struggle, to this very moment, it was as if all his emotions had been drained away, leaving only a near-numb sense of release.
'All right, then.'
'To be freed from it all like this... it might not be so bad.'
'It's just that...'
For so many years, even though he knew the chances were slim, a faint hope of finding his missing daughter had always lingered in the deepest corner of his heart.
