Gone, all gone...
Genos gazed blankly at the blood-soaked earth below. Twenty years ago, he had abandoned most of his companions and fled. Although he claimed indifference, the truth was that he was haunted by guilt, tormented every night by memories that drove him to the brink of madness with shame. It was this burden that had compelled him to vow vengeance for the fallen.
With this conviction, he had spent twenty years, drawing strength and support from his companions.
Would I flee again today? Do I have another twenty years to plot my revenge? Or do I still want to relive those agonizing years again?
As these thoughts plagued him, Genos felt as if his strength, vitality, and spirit were being sapped from him...
On the other side, Jason's battle was reaching its conclusion.
"Crunch! Crunch..."
The Frost Giant's massive hands tightly gripped the Silver Wolf's neck and head, twisting its muscular neck incrementally.
"Roar——!!"