Before he could even finish, a pitch-black hand gripped its helmet tightly, almost breaking it…
"Bitch…did I allow you to speak?"
From Rahu as the center, a world-ending pressure spread outward. The sheer force was so overwhelming that it nearly destroyed The Keeper.
Seeing that it was almost about to die, Rahu shook his head in disdain. He slowly took his hand back and looked down.
The black-armoured knight was shaking intensely, as if an ancient fear had overtaken his entire being. Even though it was The Keeper of souls and familiar with Death, this sensation felt utterly foreign.
And this…this was something he had long forgotten.
Rahu waved his hands, and a wave of darkness entered the knight.
"W-What!? This…this, n-no way!"
The Knight began to shake intensely for a second and then. It dropped on its knees!
"Master"
The blue fire in his irises was long gone; what replaced it was a pure violet blaze.
"I need five billion souls—Now."
