But even with such pain, Rosso didn't lose hope. He did work out the sentence: "I won." It was inaudible in the ocean, but Amir still understood it.
Though there was no panic on his face. Dragging Rosso's body to the surface of the seas, the flap of his face armor released as he said. "So you think." Turning Rosso's body toward the ship… there was nothing.
"??"
Rosso had failed, the talismans were already in the air stirring and sticking to the bodies of the Knights, while the curse energy in Rosso's body started to die down under the suppression of the nails.
For the past month since seeing the devastation, Amir had prepared for the fight.
From the reports of the survivors, including those from the Knights of Deceit that were struck the hardest, a certain picture formed in Amir's head, and it didn't take much effort on his end to prepare some countermeasures for this bizarre opponent of his.
