Chapter 172

• In a moment of helplessness, Roth Dimitri, who had never believed in a deity before, who deemed himself his own god, found himself clasping his hands together in prayer.
• With closed eyes, he uttered, "God, whether you exist or not, please save Tristan, help me save my best friend. He means everything to me, losing him is not an option." Letting his hands fall to his sides, water trickled down his face from his saturated hair, mixing with his tears.
• Drenched and trembling, he sat in a puddle of water, yet he paid no heed to his condition. And then, he spotted him.