For a moment, there was only silence which was broken by Caen's sentence.
"Did you really kill my mother?"
His voice appeared to be trembling a little as if he still had hope that she might be alive.
"Your mother?" Ezekiel repeated, realizing who Caen was talking about. "That's correct. She sacrificed herself so some rats could escape. Unfortunately, her sacrifice will be in vain today."
"Not only the ones who managed to escape last time, but even her own son will be dying tonight."
Although Ezekiel spoke in confidence, his eyes were still occasionally glancing at the sword in Caen's hand.
"Come at me. Let me see how well you can use borrowed power!" Ezekiel created a sword of his own.
He didn't step back. He also didn't appear like he was going to dodge. Instead it was as if he was going to face the attack head on!
