Tears welled up in Theobald’s eyes.
He had come here with firm resolve, yet now he faced the bitter truth—his cause would never be realized.
And the fear was creeping in. A single wrong word could cost him his life.
“On top of that…”
Someone who should be here was missing.
As a strange sense of unease took hold, Theobald’s eyes darted around, and then—he realized.
“They’re not here.”
Sometimes... The cure against evil is evil itself.
less evil or more , the choice is obvious
A moth flies into the fire