Evora's true potential, worthy of an emperor and transcending all else, was still stubbornly resisting the invasion of foreign elements. As long as everything not belonging to Evora could be completely annihilated and excised, they could obtain an Evora that was more or less intact.
Compared to destroying the golden skeleton, this task was far simpler.
However, before Ansel could swing his sword to bring forth destruction, the spirit attached to this deformed flesh seemed to regain some clarity due to the loss of its restraints. The dominant consciousness among them... was even able to speak.
"Ansel... Hydral..."
The deep, hoarse voice was difficult to recognize, but Ansel still identified it as the voice of Duke of Wyvern, Clement.
A distorted face embedded in the flesh opened its mouth, spitting out vicious and mad venom: "You hypocritical monster, you vile devil... you should die... you should die!"
