Noa sat by the fire, biting into the meat. He fell silent for a moment. Silence enveloped the surroundings—only the crackle of flames and the heavy stillness before rain remained.
He drew a deep breath.
I have nothing left to lose…
I destroyed the last of it with my own hands…
His mood darkened. Something sank deeper in his chest.
I feel an emptiness inside… I want to scream… but no voice comes out.
X did not respond. He was merely listening.
Noa tilted his face toward the sky and sighed. Clouds gathered slowly, and unexpectedly, rain began to fall. Raindrops struck Noa's face, mingling with the fire to create a strange, haunting scene.
In a resolute inner voice, Noa declared:
Noa S Dragon died today.
He became a memory left in the dust of the past.
Now there is only Zaber.
Silence returned.
At that moment, Noa felt a strange sensation in one hand. His palm glowed as black energy coursed through his veins like dark tendrils.
Noa raised his hand indifferently.
