"Our powers share the same origin," it said in a hoarse, gentle voice, "We are one."
Lind remained silent with his lips tightly pursed, his resolute gaze making his refusal clear.
He still didn't understand the distinctions of the Abyss; the Abyssal entity before him was utterly different from the one within Leon. One could spread infinitely like a plague, while the other seemed like a parasitic growth implanted inside a human body, growing ceaselessly until it tore through and emerged from its host's flesh.
If the Undead hadn't arrived, perhaps the other would have waited a very long time, until the body was fully matured before burrowing out.
Suddenly, a sword blade lunged at Lind, its ferocity belying the gentle tone it had used earlier, sparking a new round of clashes between them.
Yet Lind could hear the pained groans issuing from Baron Ronan's mouth, perhaps enduring unimaginable agony; Lind stepped up his offense, retaining a trace of pity for the Baron.
