"You're still alive?"
Mask's voice sounded out from within Silent Disaster's mind. It was the consciousness reverberating through the Birth Tower.
She lowered her head and glanced at the dark white torn piece of robes in her hand. "As I said, I will not die until all the humans are destroyed."
"Very good, but do not forget, I am the determining factor for this victory, Nassaupelle! Without the new Symbiotic Demons and Deity of Gods's combined attack, even if we had squeezed three thousand Primal Demons, they would have been useless in this craggy foothills…"
"I don't disagree."
