The middle-aged man with a deformed appearance slightly drooped his eyelids as he deeply exhaled through his nose:
"Yes, in my life, there hasn't been much happiness to remember. I only have her. Having seen so much death, having been through so much—it all seems destined."
Dark pus flowed from Shard's right palm:
"All mortals must die, and you should understand this as well."
At that moment, Joey Barton's eyes seemed to glow. Shard was determined to witness the epics of the Sixth Era, and he, too, was determined to retrieve his beloved:
"Yes, all mortals must die—everything must come to an end. So, if Midshire Fort falls because of this, then that is what destiny dictates. If tens of thousands die here, then that is the Death of Destiny meant for them."
"In that case, Joey Barton, we are no longer friends—I must stop you."
"Mr. Watson, yes, if you intend to stop me, then we are enemies! I truly admire you, but we walk different paths..."
