“…!”

Amidst the extreme chaos, Marecasio Caravan was unable to come to his senses. He was a Marecasio, and he could remain unwavering in most situations. The fact that he was hundreds of years old was reflected in his great mental fortitude. He was an existence who dared to even look down on the emperors over the years. However, the one he was facing was the only existence he feared in the world. Moreover, ‘he’ had completely destroyed the restraint placed on all members of the tribe. Even though Caravan was a Marecasio, his confusion didn’t come as a surprise, but it was quickly replaced with fear.

“T-this is ridiculous…”

Shuffle.

He retreated. He, who held the empire in the palm of his hands for hundreds of years and with boundless power and mysteries, retreated. With every step Marecasio Caravan took backward, the images of the Eugene he knew, had seen, and had experienced flashed in his mind. They were distant memories, but with the man in question in front of his eyes, they felt vivid and fresh. The surfacing memories quickly triggered a chain reaction, bringing back other memories that he had tried so hard to dismiss for hundreds of years.

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