"..."
Uriel felt a chill run down his spine, his heart sinking.
The fist, gathered with boundless darkness, rapidly enlarged before his eyes. Uriel felt a pulling sensation, as if everything in the universe was swiftly retreating until the entire world could only contain this fist.
Crack!
Uriel closed his eyes tightly, thinking he was going to die, but he wasn't.
It wasn't his head that shattered, but the surrounding space. The full moon hung in the sky, and the terrifying aura receded like a tide.
Upon opening his eyes again, the Lord of Hypocrisy's fist had turned to ash, his body fading, gradually dissipating into nothingness.
Wayne looked at his disappearing fist, muttering: "Time's up, what a pity. The first attempt at the new Hell Gate didn't turn out ideally. If I had known, I wouldn't have wasted so much breath."
"Ah! Ah? Ah..."
