In the light of the throne room, the sound of bells chanting the beginning of the apocalypse could be heard.
Rhea stood at the entrance to the corridor, in front of a large tapestry leading to a throne, on which Dora was sitting with a crown on his head, a gold cane in hand.
"You kept me waiting, dear sister."
He lifted his gaze, revealing his eyes with white glowing irises encircled by a spectrum of colors.
Rhea raised hers, with a calm demeanor.
"I was just giving you time to recover. You've been very busy, haven't you? It would be a problem if you were still assimilating their soul, dear brother."
"Hm? How kind of you, but it was really unnecessary. I've found a way to use time to my advantage, and thanks to that I can escape the limits of nature law. I am almost complete."
"Almost, huh? So this massacre is still not enough? You sure are greedy."
