"Hmmm…. It is your own fault for not being strong enough to defend yourselves." The voice echoed across the sky. I could only let out a laugh.
"Hahaha! You are a hypocrite. We are from a lower plane of existence, but you say it is our fault for being weak? I am defending myself here and now but you are blocking me from finishing the job." My eyes grew cold as I pushed Atollie off me and walked toward the golden light.
"Master, no!" Atollie yelled out, but I didn't care. I was sick of it. I was so close to killing Azagrade, and now this bastard comes out of nowhere to protect him? I will not have it!
