The result would still be the same!
William clenched both fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his body faintly trembled with an immense, surging anger and hatred.
He hated his weakness back then—that crushing feeling of helplessness when his world was falling apart, when the academy that had been his refuge was taken down in flames, and his very life was held in a state of grave risk.
In his past life, he had been nothing more than a leaf caught in a hurricane, forced to watch as the horizon turned red with the blood of millions.
But now… things weren't that much different in terms of the threat. The same shadow was creeping over the walls, and the same smell of ozone and wet fur filled the air.
"No, things aren't going to end up the same this time… I'm here, and I'm going to stop all this!" His body trembled again, though this time it was caused by the sheer heat of his determination.
