"Would you like to make a new deal?"
Upon hearing these words, Gerard's body shuddered unconsciously.
How many times had this happened already?
From his initial eyes to his current fingers, Gerard felt that he was sinking step by step into the abyss lured by the devil, and he was always the one making the choices.
What about this time?
He gripped the photo tightly, feeling the rain beat down on his body, observing the completely scrapped metallic body parts... Gerard couldn't remember the last time he had been this wretched, not even when he first emerged from the Polluted Land ten years ago.
And what was he facing now?
Gerard lifted his head, the gloomy sky was like a slab of grey iron, suffocating him.
He knew he wasn't powerful enough to break this iron-like sky, to destroy it, he needed fire, a fire that could burn everything away.
And he had seen that fire just last night.
