Villain Path

Chapter 68. Anew

Muan was still contemplating the spreading view when he felt a wet path cut across his cheek. He ran his fingers across his cheek, startled, feeling his throbbing heart in his chest. At the same time, he remained as calm as before. Until then, until he realized the cause of this strange phenomenon. Tears were not Lord Shen's favorite way of expressing feelings, so Muan thought that maybe he had met the snake again or what?..

The Lord of the Peak of Glory got up from the bench and walked into the black castle, where he usually did not step. An internal compass clearly indicated the direction to Shen.

When he approached the hall at the end of the next through corridor, the bad feeling that had overwhelmed him for some time intensified. The doors were ajar and Muan pushed the door hard. He had already been in the hall of Deep Darkness once, years ago, intending to challenge both her and the restraining Shen. Nothing good came of this, of course.

And he was never going to repeat this experience, if not for one small, but extremely important circumstance.

Muan entered the hall of Deep Darkness resolutely. His eyes were immediately attracted by a black haze, swirling over a crevice that must have reached the very bottom of hell. And then he saw lying in front of him and the seemingly so small and fragile figure in silver clothes. Muan quickly rushed to Shen, but with each new step his speed slowed down, and the unbearable pressure did not allow him to breathe properly. He covered only half the way when he was forced to fall to one knee. The incredible power of the Deep Darkness did not allow him to rise. Then Muan crawled on his knees, maledicting this intolerable Lord of Cursed Peak. Only in the morning he was told that he was on the verge of death, and towards evening this suicide had already come to the most dangerous place in the entire League! How many times has Muan already regretted that then he entered the lake with him, perhaps even the gods will not be able to count! And even more he regretted agreeing to accompany him to Poplar Town. Yes, it was after that trip that something began to change in his attitude towards the absurd Lord. As if he had not known him all these years, as if he had met him for the first time! And now! .. Muan fell to the floor, unable to make any more movement. All his spiritual strength was not enough to withstand the oppressive power of the Deep Darkness.

"Shen!" He croaked softly.

Shen lay on his back, staring at the distant ceiling of the huge hall and the curls of a dark cloud swirling nearby. Tears still flowed from his eyes, they covered the gaze, slowly trickled down his temples and disappeared into his hair. He could not answer the question of why it hurt him so. Didn't all of the original Shen's actions lead to such an end? This, in any case, was nobler than death at the hands of his disciple.

But this also meant that the original Shen was not the embodiment of universal evil. It turns out he had feelings too. And after such a long history, he died like this. Alone and desperate. Wanting to erase his existence from this world.

Despite all his empathy, Shen never really felt for this character. Due to the fact that he now had to sort out his mistakes, he harbored an extremely strong dislike for him. But now... This way of death... The irrevocability that he chose... Even his spirit cannot be invoked. Ruret destroyed her soul, Shen erased his existence. This is truly a very tragic love story.

"Shen!"

The voice was weak, but it seemed to have sounded just above his ear. Shen turned his head to the side and saw Muan lying on the red floor.

«!!»

«What the devil?! Is he tired of living??»

Shen abruptly got to his feet, barely keeping his balance, and, due to his modest at the moment capabilities, trudged towards him as quickly as possible.