Gazing at the erratic shooting stars in the sky, a sneering, scornful smile spread across Jelas's face.
That smile was full of mockery and detached wisdom, yet for some reason, it also contained traces of relief, making it appear strikingly akin to decadence.
"No matter where, humans are all the same. They will not change, they are incurable, holding no value for guidance nor any necessity."
His twisted laughter resonated with apathy, anger, and disdain rising and sinking within it.
It was as if he were bridging the distance, delivering face-to-face his conclusion about the world and Hruodland d'Arc himself, narrating profound despair and malevolence.
Those were words cold enough to send shivers down one's spine.
