When all efforts, even the sacrifice of one's physical body, failed to bring victory,
when the sudden glimmer of last hope turned into even greater despair,
Dugall finally realized he was merely one of the countless rat folk, only slightly more powerful–had it not been for the abyss's help, he would have failed on his path long ago.
He couldn't compare himself to the City Lord; he had always been a failure.
The fierce thoughts constantly collided in his brain, and his consciousness, already unstable from being eroded by the abyss, completely collapsed at this moment.
The green prime minister Dugall, abandoned by the abyss, ended up with nothing but a cracked rat skull, falling to the ground. While the skull still radiated a hint of life, the pupils were already scattered and lifeless.
Witnessing this scene, William couldn't help but recall his 'classmates' at the orphanage.
