Sakarski's indifferent voice echoed in Quinn's ears:
"It's been nearly thirty years since we last met."
His gaze towards Quinn was as if looking at a dead man.
Quinn's face was contorted in terror, trembling slightly.
Sakarski's presence instilled too deep a fear in him.
Ever since he was...
"What would you lose..."
He suddenly paused, as if struck by a thought, his tone laced with amusement:
"No."
"You shouldn't have any dreams."
"After all, what you call dreams has always been a joke."
"A person who was treated as a weapon, cargo, and experimental animal from birth, how can they create a world of freedom..."
"Freedom?"
"Ridiculous..."
"Do you think you've reached today by your own will..."
"You're just a fool who's been controlled all along, and you dare to flip the table..."
"You... are you worthy?"
Beneath the magma giant's feet, a slight press...
Crack—
It pierced directly through Quinn's chest...
BOOM!!!!