"I am back, Astin Buer."
Ryan smiled at the slimy black creatures before him.
Or better known as dead mana.
"…"
There was a moment of silence on the other end as the mana directly attacked him, its owner not uttering a word, not until…
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of a fleshy substance hitting a cold blade resounded in the empty city.
"T… The Holy Emperor's sword? Another trick? As expected from your dishonest race."
The mana retreated rapidly, followed by the enraged words of the demon god. Each word that floated through his ears was laced with malice, hatred, and disbelief.
Ryan flinched, not because of Astin's words, but because he also wanted to throw the sword aside and run, but he held on to the desire to escape.
