Chapter 675: The Wolf God
In the center of the captain's cabin, a glowing alchemical teleportation array materialized in midair. A beam of light descended to the floor, and everyone appeared out of thin air.
Everything was just as it had been when they left the captain's cabin. In the distance, that teleportation gate still emitted a faint glow.
They were finally safe. Cyrus Watson, who had been tense the whole time, felt no joy at all. He sat gracelessly on the floor, his face full of exhaustion and regret.
"Archmage Leon, may I ask, have you seen Lord Anthus before?"
Now that safety was confirmed, Cyrus's long-suppressed emotions suddenly erupted, and he remembered Anthus, who had been separated earlier.
Leon said with regret, "Lord Anthus has already passed away..."
A trace of hope lingered in Cyrus's eyes. "Then can you tell me where his body is?"
Leon shook his head. "He, like Lord Reid Watson, was reduced to ashes..."
Hearing this, Cyrus's face twisted in pain. He covered his face and sobbed; the repeated blows had pushed him to the brink of collapse.
"It's all my fault... If I hadn't let anger cloud my judgment and fallen for that monster's scheme, Lord Anthus wouldn't have died, and Lord Reid Watson wouldn't have become that wretched, half-human, half-ghost thing..."
"They're both still so young... Why wasn't it me who died instead..."
Cyrus sat on the floor like any ordinary old man, covering his face as he sobbed. He was completely broken...
Having lost all his magic, reduced to a cripple yet not dead, and knowing Anthus and Reid Watson died because of him, Cyrus felt life was worse than death...
Leon looked at Cyrus, seeing how shattered he was. He really didn't know what to say. This guy used to be insufferable, nose in the air, proud of his Eighth Rank Title Archmage status. Now, his greatest achievement was destroyed, and others suffered for it too. This was more than Cyrus could bear.
All the glory of his family and himself had turned into nothing but a fleeting illusion. Death would have been kinder.
After a long while, Cyrus finally lifted his head, his eyes vacant, filled with a resigned emptiness.
Leon could tell Cyrus had lost the will to live. He was ready to die, and it wasn't just a passing thought—it was a decision.
Sure enough, Cyrus looked at Leon in agony and muttered in a hoarse, hopeless voice.
"Archmage Leon, thank you for saving me earlier. But Lord Anthus is dead, Lord Reid Watson is dead, and I'm just a cripple with no magic left. You don't need to worry about me anymore—just let me fend for myself on this Ghost Ship..."