"But since you guys won't let me live, I won't be polite to you," she said. "How long will this revenge last? Three hours? Six hours? Twelve hours? Or a full day? I have here four Holy Sanctuary Mages, thirty-two Two-winged Mages, and sixty-four One-winged Mages — in my final moments, let me buy a little time for the Silver Lamp. After all, we were colleagues once."
"Come then."
The sweet voice of Mercury Wooden Horse turned cold and sharp: "I will drag all of you, and the entire Kingdom of Senluo, down to Hell!"
Ash's face grew cold, his tone filled with rare disdain: "Who are you trying to scare with these words, Mercury Wooden Horse?" He mocked, "Do you think you can threaten me with those morals and righteousness? Ridiculous, even you natives don't care about Senluo Kingdom, so why should I worry about it? Whether it's three hours or three days, you have to die here today. Not even the Gods of Four Pillars can save you, I say—"
"But I care."
