Fane slowly got up and looked down on the breathless Luther. "You don't have the right to know."
"I…don't have the right?" sneered Luther bitterly. He remembered everything he had said earlier and felt like he was the buffoon all along. If he had heard Fane say anything like that in the past, Luther would have refused to acknowledge it angrily. At this moment, however, he had to.
After breathing out his last breath, he held on and said one last sentence, "You're right, I really don't have the right to know…"
The moment he said his last words, Luther coughed out some more blood. The moment the blood left his mouth, Luther lost his fight, falling to the ground heavily as he breathed his last.
Fane shook his head slightly. If Luther had not run into him, Luther might have been able to level up as he expected. Even if he still died in the end, he would at least be able to accomplish his dream.
However, Fane did not feel any pity; this was the fruit of his labor. If Fane had really been complete trash like Luther thought, it would have been him dead instead.
He looked around and saw that it was still a desolate wasteland around him. After thinking about it, he flew up into the air and chose a direction before he shot forward.
…
All of the warriors in the viewing area became visibly solemn.
Luther was dead.
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