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'Was this all for naught?' the half-elf questioned in his mind, as he laid there thinking about all the work he had done. All the time and effort, only to be beaten down by Emil and his friends. All the damn stinkin' time he placed in forming the Vanguard, gathering the Centurion cores, researching about Niflheim, obtaining the Sacred Stone…
What was it all for?
Frustrated, the red head clenched his hands and cursed under his breath. The sacrifices—what was it all for? In a moment of depletion, a boy appeared. Blonde, tanned with brown eyes, wearing a white coat and only a few feet away from the purple clad man. He stepped forth, approaching the other and crouched down, hugging his knees.
The man didn't spare him a glance, instead continued to stare at the ground. It didn't bother the boy though, instead he smiled and spoke, "Are you satisfied yet?" The question made Richter freeze, now brought into a thinking process. With a snerk, he shook his head, gathering his strength to push himself off the ground. Hand reaching into his coat as he grabbed hold of the Sacred Stone, muttering, "It's too soon to give in…" and his body was soon engulfed in flames of mana.
The boy stood in a distance, watching the other. Smiling still, but soon changed to a frown as the other added, "I'll bring you back Aster, I promised you that two years ago."