"What are you playing at?" said the astral figure with a menacing gaze, however he soon trembled as he realized something crucial. He was standing in front of his great-grandson!!
He quickly turned around as the nightmare was in his vision. Trigo had a sword stabbed in his chest to his disbelief. He thought he was saved seeing his great-grandfather appeared. "Little animal!! Sto-."
With a smile on his face, Lyon whispered, "Scarlet, feed the blood of your enemies."
The astral's pupil shrunk as he heard what he said.
*boom
Trigo's body was getting thinner at rapid speed observable from the naked eyes. He tried to scream at the top of his lung but nothing could come out of his mouth. Everyone saw the despair he was in but no one would dare to utter a word.
