"A human..." the Mourning Wretch hissed.
Its voice was laced with disbelief. If it wasn't for the corpse beside me and the gargoyles standing guard behind me, it wouldn't have believed me.
"Now, it's my turn to ask questions," I said in a calm yet confident tone that made the despairing soldiers look up.
They gazed at me intently as if I was speaking to them. Meanwhile, the dark entity only frowned in response to my words but said nothing.
I believed proving I killed Lord Ravus had earned me the right to question it.
That's right, might makes right!
As long as I'm strong enough, not only will these dark entities take me seriously—the heavens will have to pay attention to me as well.
"HOW DARE YOU STEP FOOT INTO THE LAND THIS GOD HAS SWORN TO PROTECT?!" I snarled, and my pitch-black eyes revealed a burning crimson light!
Buzz!
