Guts grunted, adjusting the cannon-arm’s weight. Thinking about Griffith was like picking at a wound that would never close. It bled philosophy and rage in equal measure.
Guts stopped.
They found the church first.
“Check,” whispered the Falcon of Light. berserk.manga
“I am Rosine’s memory ,” she said, tilting her head. “The countess of these ashes. And you, Guts, carry something I want.” Her gaze dropped to his chest. Not the brand—the beast inside it. “That darkness. It’s delicious.” Guts grunted, adjusting the cannon-arm’s weight
“Puck,” he said.