"Hey! I remembered asking you a damn question, so why the hell aren't you answering me?!"
Reign gritted his teeth, struggling to keep his anger in check. The rage he felt now was even stronger than when he killed Raiden.
The one thing he despised above all else—people who dared betray him—had never felt this intense, this maddening.
"You don't have the right to order me around," Satan scoffed, showing his dominance.
Without wasting a second, he appeared in front of Reign and threw a punch.
"You're not the only one who's fast," Satan sneered, his fist only millimeters away from Reign's face.
But just as it made contact, his fist passed right through—what he hit was nothing but an afterimage.
"Idiot, you think you can fight me in terms of speed?" Reign chuckled mockingly, now hovering in the exact same position Satan had been in just moments before.
Before the devil could even turn around, he realized Reign was getting farther away.
