— Third Person POV —
"Hahahahah! Goodbye, sucker!" Leviathan laughed maniacally as a fiery flare burst out of his host body, General Moore. The body then slumped down to the metal floor.
Daniel looked at Michaela as if asking, "Is this guy for real?" He seemed more like a neighborhood dude who often got high on green herbs.
He never thought Leviathan would be this giddy over just one Chromatic Philosopher's Stone. Yes, he knew that both Mammon and Satan liked them very much, but he never thought that a Hell Lord like Leviathan would be this overjoyed with something Daniel could easily synthesize out of thin air.
Michaela shrugged and smiled wryly. She wasn't a Hell Lord, nor did she know them well enough to judge.
