Alfaria's mentality completely collapsed.
He had never imagined that at his proudest moment, just as he was about to complete the great ritual where thirteen members of the Vanity Sect would unite as one, he would suffer such a catastrophic blow.
Without the mask.
Thirteen people could never become one.
And moreover.
Alfaria couldn't feel at all where the missing mask might be.
Before, he had always believed that Gascogne's mask was real.
But now...
"Ahhhhh!"
"Why has it come to this!!"
Alfaria roared with madness, like a trapped beast.
The ritual had completely failed.
For hundreds of years, Alfaria had been a slave to His Excellency the Duke, then he chose to betray him and even witnessed the Duke's death.
He felt he had finally freed himself from that man's shadow.
He could start a new life.
Once, he had dreamed of controlling the world, where his every word and action would determine its course.
Now it had all come to nothing.
"I can't accept this."
