Now that the cleanup was finished, Luca calmly walked over to where Julius knelt on the scorched earth, his gaze hollow, his body limp.
He looked like a man who had already died inside—his spirit crushed, his ambitions reduced to ash.
Luca stood over him for a moment, watching. Then he sighed.
"It's time, Julius...It's time for you to go."
He opened a portal, pulled out a pistol, and aimed it directly at Julius's head.
But Julius didn't react. He didn't flinch, didn't blink, didn't even seem to register the weapon inches from his face.
His eyes were fixed on something far away—something only he could see.
Luca studied him for a moment, then spoke, his voice almost thoughtful.
"I've been wanting to do this for quite a while. But now that it's finally happening..." He paused, tilting his head. "I almost feel disappointed. After all, you were a decent adversary. It was fun playing with you."
"Part of me almost doesn't want to let you go."
He shook his head slowly.
