The emotionally stirred Kuren gradually regained his sense of self. Even in his negativity, there was a touch of defiant stubbornness.
It brought him back to the time he was fighting the Slaughterer—that stubbornness, that persistence, things he could never forget.
"You're right. Even if we walk, we should hold our heads high."
When a person's emotions are stirred, their thinking tends to be relatively straightforward.
That was Kuren now. He no longer pondered whether the voice was Igor's, nor did he care if he would ultimately be devoured by his opponent.
Only one thought existed in his heart right now: to be himself.
Although it seemed like a very simple matter, from Igor's perspective, everything was in complete chaos.
He had wanted to have a proper discussion with Kuren, but now there was no chance.
Kuren fought with bloodshot eyes, roaring that he was Kuren and not the Slaughterer, yet his actions were those of a bloodthirsty maniac.
