"You act so uppity as if you're some sort of creature above us feeble humans. You're the incarnation of a sloth itself, right? Then in reality, you're born from our worst qualities. Not something I'd exactly be proud of."
Watching the result of his own magecraft hanging just below the clouds, his words were spoken softly. The leakage of blood seemed to halt, that which was running now dried upon his skin as he once more raised his hand to the air.
"Kill you! Eat you! I'll kill you!——"
"I guess you're not listening anymore. Guess you only like talking when you're in control. Anyway, I didn't expect that spell to finish you, so I prepared something else."
The belligerent monster fell silent not by hearing those words leave the man's lips, but by the change in the surrounding winds. A constant downpour had filled the nightly skies until that point, but suddenly—it came to a halt, the raindrops froze amidst the vacant winds.
