Joan faced the Demon Lord of Corruption. Together with duplicate who was just waiting for his signal to beat him up to a pulp. As his name implies, he was the Lord of Corruption. It was something that they wanted to look forward to. His power was still a mystery for them and so they were wary about it. Fearing the unknown clouded their minds.
As long as they will be careful enough, they will be left unscathed if fate permits it. Such carelessness was not needed for such situations. Or so they thought.
Upon their front, they saw a robed man with decaying teeth. Smiling at them with a pale face. Troubled to see more as he was carrying a decayed face. Plastered with distorted facial expressions, the two Joans can only smirk hesitantly. Disgust can be felt deep inside their hearts.
"Let's do it, Joan! Let's beat him up!" Duplicate shouted.
"Yeah!" Joan replied.
"Come here, children! Let us dance! Hahaha!" Margoz shouted at them.
