At that moment, Francis' eyes pierced through the dark world and landed on Remus. His heart was filled with endless sorrow.
He never imagined things would come to this, but now that it had, there was no point in saying anything else. There was no choice but to fight. He must be victorious!
"Brat, it's time to put an end to this farce!" He started speaking slowly, his voice carrying a hint of weariness.
The robe he was wearing and the ceremonial crown on his head gradually faded away, and even his appearance changed significantly.
His robe transformed into a sky-blue one, and the crown turned into a band holding his hair. His face lost its imposing presence and appeared somewhat aged.
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