Serve Me [1]

"I see," Craig sighed softly, a subtle trace of genuine disappointment lacing his tone.

For a brief, fleeting moment, a foolish spark of hope had flickered within his chest.

He had wondered if he wasn't the only soul who had been hurled back through the rivers of time—wondered if perhaps Damian had regressed as well, and that was the true reason the Black Knight was standing in this exact Viscounty right now.

However, Damian's utterly respectful, uncomprehending answer laid out the cold, absolute truth.

Craig was entirely alone in his regression.

Everyone had perished on that catastrophic final day.

The West had fallen, the frontline defenses were pulverized into dust, and the entire world had been plunged into an endless abyss of despair.

Craig exhaled a slow, heavy breath, washing away the lingering ghosts of the future, and offered a calm, relaxed smile.

"That's alright. You may rise."