Zieglind was... much more demonic than me. Even though my ugly appearance as both a demon and an abomination, I could still feel his towering presence over me. I was being crushed by his domineering aura of killing intent. I know it wasn't hurled towards me but he was intimidating. "What do you mean by that my lord?" I asked. My mouth didn't move but the monster inside my open chest. Well by saying monster... it means my true form.
"Afal, do you have a clue why all of the players in this world are madly driven by power?" Zieglind then asked me. He suppressed his rage since I couldn't feel it anymore.
I didn't want to scare Zieglind more so I retracted my true form back to my chest and the wound closed. I was back in my... body vessel. "Now that you say that... most of the so-called 'players' that I encountered in the war when Itz and Polk was fighting, they weren't protecting their allies. They just rushed in."
