Just like he'd warned her from the start, Orson couldn't promise her anything—not even the simple safety a lover should provide.
"I... I'll be steadfast until death, if... if you love me," Blank whispered, her beautiful eyes filled with solemn resolve.
"But my love is cheap," Orson replied with a bitter smile. He carried the weight of an entire world on his shoulders; he couldn't guarantee her anything.
Blank's brows knitted with quiet determination. Deep inside, she murmured, "I don't care... if you become a sinner, I'll be the one to atone for you."
Then, the God-tier assassin put her dark Spirit Tribe mask back on, gripping the hand reaching up from the abyss without hesitation.
…
As the sky turned pale, the world chat finally quieted.
Light Dragon Empire's major cities began repairs. For most, last night felt like a dream.
