The rain, falling in a steady stream, did not turn into a torrential downpour as one might expect, to dissolve the stuffy midnight air. It's always dripping and dense.

In a narrow alley of civilians in the West End of Athens, Demos finds a waiter wilting by a garbage heap in a corner.

Just when he was having fun at the bar, he suddenly received a call from Noah's mobile phone, and immediately called for him after knowing that the situation was serious.

"Noah—"

Seeing him, Demos was stunned, screamed and ran over in a few steps. Beneath your feet is a muddy path where sewage and blood flow.

"How can this be? Tell me, who is it! Who did it to you? I will not spare him!"

Demos asked grief and rage, picking up Noah and carrying him into his arms.

At this time, Noah's halo was as fine as a gossamer, and he always inhaled less air and exhaled more air every time he breathed.

Cracking his bloodless lips with difficulty, he replied to Demos, the sound of which was erratic and difficult to catch in the falling rain:

"Wang ...... Is Noah useless...... You're worried about me......"

Because of the severity of the injury, Noah's already fair skin turned even whiter at the moment, and his whole body was covered with large and small flesh holes, some of which had dried up, and some were still oozing blood. His clothes and pants were completely soaked by the rain, and his wet body was shivering against Demos's chest.

He looked up to get a serious look at Demos's face, but the man was right in front of him, and his eyes had already faded, and he still couldn't find his target after searching for a long time.

Demos was touched by the tragic scene in front of him, his sword eyebrows jumped, his expression was very sad, and he hugged Noah tighter, as if he was afraid that he would lose him at any time.

"Don't be afraid...... I'll heal you right away!"

"Don't ...... King"

Noah trembled and raised a cold hand, grabbed the arm of Demos who was about to exert his strength, snuggled up in front of him and said weakly:

"The time limit has come, stop worrying about Noah's useless body...... It's a waste of divine power......"

"! Don't say that—"

Demosgio roared angrily, and then could not bear the flood of grief.

He stroked Noah's head, and when he spoke again, his voice was completely out of shape, revealing a very sad cry.

"Don't leave me...... Please, Noah, I need you...... I'm sorry...... Noah...... I'm sorry for you......"

Demos's remorse came from the slap he had given to his attendant. Thinking of the past here and now, his heart seemed to be torn apart, and he regretted and felt guilty.

His black hair was relentlessly wet by the rain, clinging to Demos's head, and his handsome and shapely face was constantly dripping with water, and it was impossible to distinguish which were rain and which were tears.

Noah smiled peacefully in Demos's arms, and then said:

"Wang ...... Noah never blamed you for saving the last bit of strength...... Waiting for you to show up, is to tell you...... A very important thing......"

At this time, the palm of Noah's grip on Demos's arm became more and more powerful, but it became more and more difficult to speak, and it was obviously difficult to breathe.

"Wang ...... Princess Carret...... Be a good woman, you want to ...... Take good care of her...... Don't ...... Failed her ......"

"Noah......

She ...... Never...... Betrayed you...... Her heart for you...... Love for you...... It hasn't changed...... It's Jose...... It's Aquaman...... plotting against your gods...... It's Aquaman!"

"What? Noah, what did you say?"

Demos heard it well, but he also heard it confusedly. He clearly heard Noah speak of Jose, but then he spoke of Poseidon, the king of the seas, the god who had perished at the bottom of the ocean.

This is...... What's going on –

Demos was greatly puzzled and hurriedly asked:

"Noah, what the hell are you talking about? Jose...... What does Jose have to do with Aquaman?"

I saw that Noah, whose facial features were stiff, changed rapidly at this moment, his eyes expanded to the limit, and he looked straight into the distance, and his eyes were resolutely lit with starry brilliance, and the mighty light amazed Demos.

Isn't this brilliance the last return to light?

Noah said resolutely with an expression of infinite anger and infinite unwillingness:

"Jose...... It's Aquaman, Poseidon!"

"What!"

Hearing this earth-shattering news, Demos couldn't believe it.

"How is this possible? Jose ...... But he's just a mortal!"

"It's true......! Noah...... Just fought him and was seriously injured by him......"

“......”

It felt like a blow to the top of the head, and he didn't know what to say.

He had always believed in his close attendants, and was convinced that Noah would never lie to him, especially at the end of his life.

Thinking racing, Demos finally figured everything out.

He finally understood why his relationship with Carreta had developed to this point, and why she had always looked sad about him but stopped talking.

Demos shivered and woke up like a dream......

The mystery of the events that he has been searching for, the identity of the conspirator hidden in the shadows...... Suddenly, the truth was revealed-

However, the price of this truth is too great, and it is actually the life of his own servant in exchange!

"Wang ...... Noah...... What I want to tell you ...... It's all said, and it's finally ...... No regrets......"

As if he had fulfilled his last wish, Noah's body gradually became lighter and softer, and his body temperature became colder and colder......

"Noah...... Noah ......"

Demos called out to him in heartache, but he was powerless.

"Wang ...... I can continue to serve you in this life...... It is Noah's honor, the next life...... The next ......"

Demos put away his sorrow and listened carefully to the sound of his attendant drifting away, always waiting for the last unfinished words.

But after waiting for a long time, the boy in his arms failed to make another sound.

"Smack" –

The palm that was clutching Demos's arm fell heavily.

Demos's expression seems to be forever fixed in the great sorrow of remembrance, the wet red nose is floating, the Adam's apple is rolling up and down, and the inside is "whimpering", containing chaotic sorrow.

After a long time, a thunderous wail erupted in the narrow alley on a rainy night:

"Noah—"

With the sound of rain, Carreta lost sleep all night.

When she went to the first floor in the afternoon, she found that Noah was not in the villa, and she didn't know when he left.

It's really weird, it doesn't fit that kid's style of doing things at all-

At first, Carreta didn't take it to heart. She knew that there was no special reason, Noah would never leave the apartment without saying a word to herself, and she must have gone to do some urgent business for Demos.

It wasn't until the evening when it began to drizzle that Carette became restless.

Calling Noah, the mobile phone signal cannot be reached. Soon, she began to worry about him.

In this way, Carreta sat on the sofa in the living room, anxiously waiting for Noah's return.

In the middle of the night, she began to feel sleepy.

For many days, she did not get enough rest, she was physically and mentally exhausted, and her physical strength was almost overdrawn.

Carette went to the kitchen to mix a cup of light coffee, brought it out and went back to the living room to drink it and wait.

Time always flies. In a quiet atmosphere, the lighting in moderate tones is particularly dazzling.

Kareta leaned on the side of the couch, holding the coffee cup on her lap with one hand and supporting her sleepy head with the other, looking anxious and dazed.

"Squeak" -

Soon after, the long, eerie sound of the door being pushed reached in Carette's ears, and when she looked up, she saw Noah standing in the doorway of the living room.

I saw him standing in a cloud of smoke and dancing phosphorus fire, covered in blood, and his whole body was injured into a meat sieve by some kind of sharp weapon, and the overall image was unbearable.

"Noah......! What's wrong with you?"

Frightened by the horror of the sight before her, Kareta stammered and asked him.

Noah didn't answer, just stood quietly across from her, his pale face glowing with an eerie blue glow, looking at her with a look of pity.

"Noah—"

Worried, Kareta jumped up from the couch to catch up.

As soon as she took a step forward, she stepped on the soles of her feet, and Karete's body fell into the dark abyss at great speed......

The soft click of "click" made her eyes open in a hurry.

At this time, I was still in the living room of the villa.

Seeing the porcelain cups shattered in half on the floor and the spilled coffee, Carette realized that it was just a nightmare, and she didn't know when she took a nap on the sofa and knocked over the coffee cup with a single movement.

Her forehead and back were covered with sweat, and she wiped her head while looking sideways at the wall clock.

The hour hand of the dial points straight to the Roman numeral "4".

It's already four o'clock in the morning, and Noah hasn't come back yet.

Why is there such an uneasy throbbing in my heart......

Kareta frowned and worried, her palms clasped together nervously, and she had no intention of cleaning up the porcelain cup fragments on the floor.

Outside the villa, striking lightning tore through the night sky that was about to break, followed by a muffled thunderclap.

Karet's heart was pounding.

The door was pushed open, and a dark shadow walked into the living room, covered in blood, standing in front of Carette's eyes, in the same way as the horrible dream.

"Ahh

Kareta screamed, clutching her face and slumping into the couch.

Trembling as she peered through the cracks in her fingers, she realized that it was Demos.

He stood with his back down the door of the living room, his energy weakness as if he could no longer move, his soaked black hair and body still dripping with rain.

"Virtue ...... Demos, Demos!"

Screaming, Kareta jumped off the couch and ran quickly towards him, only to be frightened by the blood he had stained all over her body, and she stopped in front of him.

She saw a miserable look on his equally pale face, cold skin and damp accumulation in his eyes, like rain and tears.

"This body of blood...... Not my ......"

After a moment of staring at each other, Demos replied to himself, his tone slow and heavy:

"This blood...... It's Noah's ......"