The Dead Annie was gone, Gerald was still alive and well…

The more Daryl thought about it, the more pain he felt in his chest. As his head began spinning and a trickle of blood rolled down the corner of his mouth, the dying man—who was still pointing at Gerald—could only mutter in his sheer disbelief, “You… You… My… My Dead Annie…!”

Holding onto his chest as he continued mumbling to himself, it almost felt like Daryl had completely lost his soul… Not only that, but he now appeared much, much older than he previously had. The youth on his face and the sheen of his white hair were no longer present…

Clenching his teeth as he tried his best to continue glaring at Gerald, the old man knew deep in his heart that there was nothing else he could do.

Gerald, on the other hand, appeared rather chipper as he walked even closer to Daryl. With a calm voice, Gerald then said, “Before you die, there’s something I’d like to tell you, Daryl.”

“…What is it…?”

“Well, during our initial fight