"Yes," Bernardo said, "it has always been me."
A large swarm of skeleton heads suddenly rose from behind him, like a serpent slithering towards the sky, forming a black tide. A deathly resentment poured forth, sweeping like a storm.
In the eye sockets of each skull were embedded bloodshot eyeballs, each pair turning restlessly. The mouths of the skulls opened and closed, producing a crisp "clack-clack" sound as their jaws collided.
"These are the skulls of those who died from the Black Death. 'Black Death' might not be the strongest generational-level, but it's definitely the most influential generational-level... The more people die from the plague, the more power I can wield. And now... savor their grudge, Laine."
Laine stood dazed, looking up in shock at the tide of skeletons, hoarsely saying:
"All these years... what exactly have you done?"
"I don't have time to entangle with you. My target is the Royal Court Hall."
