"...You're rewarding me for attacking the Marshal?!"
Robin honestly did not know whether he should laugh or cry. If anyone were told they would be placed in charge of a war against the Plague, they would consider it a death sentence—yet this creature was treating it as a reward.
But when Robin recalled what he had witnessed inside Leosar's soul domain, the reaction suddenly made sense. That slow, relentless torment inflicted upon demon souls granted Leosar a disturbing sense of satisfaction, even comfort. He wanted to throw more of them into that hell.
There was no doubt about it anymore.
This thing had been born to exterminate the other Plague strains.
A plague meant to hunt the Plague.
But why? Why was it born from the Crimson Plague in particular? And why within the Virillion colony of all places? Had the planet's spirit interfered somehow?
