"No one can stop the reignition of our clan's flame, no one can!"
The high-pitched voice, accompanied by a maniacal expression.
His eyes bore into Angel, the frenetic shouting stirred the surrounding energy, forcing Angel to retreat time and again.
"I'm going to kill you... Yeehahaha!" "Don't stand in my way!" "Humanity? I have no humanity, and moreover, I disdain being human!"
From calm to madness, then from madness to a self-reflective dialogue.
Angel silently watched the "Popota" performing before him—from the words he had earlier spoken, Angel was pretty sure that this alien form was indeed Popota, but Popota's transformation, in both appearance and strength, was surprising to Angel.
In his mind, the image of Popota was still that of a handsome and dashing young man in white.
Even back when they were in Barbarian Cave, Angel could see the dark side hidden within Popota, but his outward gentleness and generosity left a significant impression on Angel.
