The battle paused momentarily as the terrorist leader of Hadean Varsa and the Retired Hero of the Golden Sun locked eyes in a tense standoff.
"Hoh? You're looking quite fresh today. I can tell you're still trying hard to conceal the flesh rot curse I gave you," Sanada sneered, his appearance unchanged from the terrifying hermit Shye first encountered.
Upon hearing the old terrorist leader's words, Dweezel clenched his teeth, careful not to make it too obvious.
He despised Sanada for ruining his once flawless face and body, making him grotesque.
If not for the high-level illusion skill he had painstakingly developed over the years, he'd be forced to walk around with half his body decaying, reeking so badly that anyone within ten meters would be repulsed by the stench.
On the other hand, the heroes who heard the verbal exchange frowned.
It seemed that the Golden Sun Hero once suffered defeat at the hands of the former Voidweaver.
