Blood dripped from his mouth each time Arezu took a breath, keeping pace with the dying beat of his heart.
He knelt on the ground, surrounded by the remnants of the Visage that had shattered into mirror shards after impaling the broken crystal blade into his heart.
Yet as he slowly lost strength and his vision began to fade into darkness, he kept his gaze fixed on the distant clocktower—where Lynn and the others were.
A triumphant smile crossed his lips as he heard a familiar voice faintly carried by the wind.
Even after witnessing the attack on the clocktower fail, hearing the agonizing sound of the bell, and seeing the terrifying reflection on the mirrored ground, Arezu did not despair.
Instead, Arezu accepted his fated end as he prepared himself to offer one final atonement.
"I'm the fool who cursed the world."
It was the confession of the sin she committed—the sin that stained his blood and flesh.
"With my body drenched in their blood, I stand alone where all are buried."
