A few moments ago, when Aether was just getting into the game, meanwhile, in the garden of flowers—
Master Snape stood motionless, his gaze fixed blankly on the vibrant flowers before him, yet his expression remained unreadable.
His fists clenched tightly,
Everything went wrong... so damn wrong!
His lifelong, meticulously crafted plan had crumbled in a single day—shattered beyond it could repair!
His lifelong hard plan just crumbled in in a single day.
He wasn't even sure what was happening anymore.
The way his carefully placed pieces were falling apart, one after another, was something he had never foreseen.
Even though he had adjusted his plan several times, no matter how much he tried to fix things, he couldn't suppress the burning rage and the deep sense of loss that gnawed at his insides.
'Just what the hell happened?' he thought furiously. 'How could everything fall apart so easily… where did I go wrong?' Frustration clawed at his mind, leaving him restless.
