Lyle breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could complete a breath, his face twisted in agony. Blood streamed from the corners of his eyes and from his nose and mouth, spraying in the air and forming a vague cloud of blood mist.
Lyle was waging a war within himself, or to be precise, his two personalities were blaming each other for their inadequacies.
"How could you let him escape!!! Unbelievable, aren't you the one who thinks you're invincible, the future Evil God? Ominous, you allowed Gallaron's soul to slip away!"
"He has Corruption Resistance; he can withstand my taint! It was just a slip, I am your other self, think before you hurl insults; don't behave like a self-loathing weakling. Besides, I've already taken his life, and his soul has suffered a grievous wound; his strength has greatly diminished."
