Chapter 1911

"Their lives aren't part of the 'deal'," Zaafea immediately said. At this moment, the usually silent Hexstar suddenly spoke up, "Then why did you save Nash?" "I can only say that no matter what happens, that guy can't die yet. His role might be even bigger than Xealoth's." "Then that's fine. This doesn't violate our deal." Hexstar stood up, his black robe trailing on the ground as he struggled toward Zaafea with his back hunched and leaning on his cane. "I leave it to you then, Ruin." "Your soul is mine, kid," Zaafea said harshly before leaving. ... Hexstar trembled and almost fell over when Battlestar came and supported him. "Thank you," Hexstar said weakly. "We're... doing the right thing, aren't we..." "Maybe..." ... Ruin was the name the world gave him. He was an immortal whose age he had forgotten himself. He was an undying being, a god who did as he pleased. In the long years, loneliness drove him mad, causing him to lose his sanity. Thus, he called forth violent s