Chapitre 470: Finale Ahead - I

That was the greatest despair in Ansel'life. 

Merely a single utterance was sufficient to shatter Ansel's heart, allowing Seraphina to emerge from the brink of self-destruction.

When Ansel finally mustered the courage to revisit his thoughts and emotions from that time, he found them utterly… ludicrous. 

His younger self resembled a puppet, whimsically manipulated by fate. A mere flick of the fingers from those exalted beings would pull his limbs and torso into motion; any slight movement, and he would advance forward, aligning with Their will, without harboring the slightest doubt.

Indeed, that day nearly witnessed the empire's downfall. 

Flamelle, in a frenzy, almost engaged in a death match with the Empress in the capital. Had the Empress not preemptively shifted the battlefield into the Zero Realm Enigma, the capital would have ceased to exist.