The old dean seethed with rage. If his death could serve a purpose, so be it.
For someone as old as him, dying in a meaningful way was dying as he should.
But what about the two young ones behind him?
They were so young, so gifted—they shouldn’t have to perish here.
And Heaven’s Will—how could it abandon them? Rather than ensuring their escape, it fled, leaving them to die in its stead.
The dean’s fury burned bright.
“If I could take on Heaven’s Will, I’d fight it along with this damn hand!” he roared, full of indignation.
But as the translucent hand struck again, he barely held together. Even with the support of the Heaven’s Will foundation and the Sage’s Heart, the Forgotten Sea’s waters were nearly drained, and the coffins were nearly shattered.
“Heaven’s Will is gone, so the two of you should leave as well!” the dean shouted to the young pair behind him.