Devi stood up and laughed, his voice echoing across the frozen battlefield. "Human, you are not even Zeten! You think you can bring down someone like me?"
But Azrael continued walking towards him slowly, unperturbed by Devi's bravado. "What do you mean? I already took down one. She wasn't bad, you know.
She cried so much I almost felt bad for her. Her ability to regenerate yellow Neba consistently was exceptional. But in the end, she fell at my feet. I am thankful, though. She shared many secrets about the trial."
"You!" Devi shouted, his voice trembling with fury. "So it was you who killed my sister ... Bastard! I'm going to tear you apart!"
Azrael continued, his tone icy. "You should have been there to hear her begging me for mercy. It was pathetic. It disgusted me so much that I had to cut out her tongue."
Hearing this, Devi was consumed by rage. "I'll kill you!" he roared, charging at Azrael with all his might.
