"It's just like back then," Percival muttered.
He recalled the sheer terror he had felt 1,000 years ago—the moment all his comrades fell in battle against that creature.
While trying to save Clementia, Percival collapsed. His legs felt weak, utterly powerless. He lifted his head and looked at the person's face. It was Allen's face... yet the aura surrounding him was no different from what had happened back then.
Percival was scared to death.
His first death had been at the hands of the Devil King, melted alive by lava from head to toe. Staring at the figure before him brought that terror rushing back, and the realization that he might experience it all over again left him completely paralyzed.
Lucilia grabbed Clementia's hand and stood defensively in front of her. She was just as terrified as Percival, but 1,000 years ago, she had been the sole survivor.
What should we do?! What should we do?! What should we do?!
