Cyrus's eyes snapped open when he realized where his brain went into. The words were a hindrance to pass since that was the strategy that would ultimately help him succeed in this war.
However, the consequences were still harder than he could determine. 'Blasing myself.. but..'
He had no buts and ifs. The desire to finish the monster in front of his eyes was far more than the wish to claim the throne. To get the vengeance of his last loved ones, he would need to choose one thing among many.
At this point, Cyrus's breath was getting deeper as his chest lifted and relaxed. Without tearing his gaze from the other monster flying up in the sky, he spoke loudly, "Doesn't matter if I win or not. But making you lose will be my finest success."
