"And even if I rewind my body… if I'm dead, I'm dead."
Just as the blast was about to reach him—
A huge figure descended from above.
Boom!
The figure blocked the attack.
Primus' face immediately changed.
"Lyra?!"
"What the hell are you doing?!" Nolan shouted.
Lyra looked back at him and smiled gently.
"Master… take care of yourself."
The beam of dark corruption energy crashed down on her body.
For a moment, the battlefield went silent.
Then her body began to dissolve.
She vanished completely.
Nolan slowly dropped to his knees.
He rushed forward to where she had been.
But there was nothing left.
Only empty ground.
Tears began to fall from his eyes.
"No… no…"
"Why me…?"
"Why does all this have to happen to me?"
"Why…?"
He clenched his fists.
"I know I'm weak… I know that!"
"But why her?"
"Why did she have to sacrifice herself for someone pathetic like me?"
Tears streamed down his face.
"I've always been weak…"
"Even before I came to this world."
