"I have hunted countless ghost beasts in my life and killed too many useless people. In the end, the ones who still came to protect me were all of you..."
Night Guardian stroked his burnt wings. The corners of his lips, eyes, and arms were all trembling.
"They told me that you were born sinful, and I firmly believed them."
"Every time I attacked, I used 12% of my strength, along with the precise layout of the red-clothed, to lock down all your escape routes."
"I haven't died yet, which means that every time you fought, you ended up in failure."
"And now, I, this damned person, am under your protection, struggling on my last breath and surviving for such a long time..."
"How can my sins be expressed and judged?"
"I should have died a long time ago!"
Night Guardian's right arm trembled as he tried his best to lift it up and gently wipe away the blood and tears on his face. However, he accidentally knocked off a piece of rotten flesh.