Jasmine's tears fell freely now as she watched her father's world crumble around him.
Everything he believed. Everyone he trusted. All lies.
But even in his darkest moment, Regulus hadn't given up.
Regulus's aura rose, his silver hair catching the demonic light that filtered through the barrier. His eyes had changed—no longer the bright silver of youth, but something colder.
If this is how my story ends, then I'll choose how it's written.
The demon general's massive form loomed before him, four arms spread wide in anticipation. Its burning eyes reflected cruel satisfaction.
"Ready to die properly this time, human?"
"Not yet."
Regulus closed his eyes, reaching deep into the core of his being. Past his mana reserves. Past his magical training. Into the very essence of what made him alive.
Life force conversion. The forbidden technique.
Power erupted from his body like a star being born. Silver light blazed so intensely that even the demon stepped back, shielding its eyes.
