"I will ask you once more, Anthony. Is this the ability you intend to use to stop the Demon King?" Klaus's voice cut through the ruined air, his form standing tall, posture unshaken. He gazed down at Anthony like a god peering upon a mortal, detached yet absolute.
There was no disappointment in his tone, only inevitability. It was as if he had already foreseen this outcome, already known that Anthony's final play would not change the result. He did not believe Anthony had any hidden card powerful enough to shift battle result at the moment.
To Klaus, this battle was not a contest. It was a reminder. A lesson carved in flesh and blood to show Anthony that even if he had climbed a step closer to the summit of this galaxy, even if he now stood among the notable existences of his era, he remained utterly insignificant before those who truly reigned at the peak of this galaxy.
And yet, amid the silence, laughter erupted.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
It was Anthony.
