"What...do you mean I..."
Val felt his whole body shaking. There was something ringing in his ear, the sound of hundreds of memory fleeting by—memories that did not belong to him. And when they stopped, he was watching a scene as if it was a video recording.
It almost made his heart stop breathing.
A memory of him, but not him, holding the Spear of Judgment, driving the point down into someone's flesh. Someone so familiar.
Someone so dear.
His shaking eyes were getting blurry as he looked up, at the back of that familiar someone. The sensation...it wasn't just his brain—his hand was forced to remember the sensation of stabbing into flesh...
Val clasped his hands over his mouth, feeling a burning sensation in his throat that threatened to come out in a choked gasp.
"Don't play dumb, you human! What kind of devious trick are you—"
"Dal Caba!" the Demon Lord roared, pushing the green demon away with mana-fueled strength. "You shut your mouth and back off! That's an order!"
