Chapter 790: 791: Future Plans

Small crunching sounds came from the body of the Archivist. His form began to collapse, each fracture spreading like a web of cracks across his limbs until pieces broke away and drifted into dust.

He glanced at his failing body, then lifted his gaze back to Damon with a thin, cold smile.

"What great hubris you have. You see no guilt. Very well then, move on with your ambitions. I wonder if you will perish, or live."