Facing the creditor's demands, Charlie Kredos showed no trace of panic, instead gazing at the elderly gentleman before him with an unexpectedly intense look.
"Sir, please do not use the word 'deceit'!
It might lead others to misunderstand the integrity of my profession as a 'Spirit Medium'!
We merely made a bet.
Alas, you merely lost,"
Old Charlie emphasized.
"Ha, lost?
Facing your sophistry of 'Your death will come right before mine,' I do not consider that I lost!"
The elderly gentleman clenched his cane, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.
Anger filled the elderly gentleman's heart.
Immediately, the devastating Power of Death began to resonate.
Vast expanses of shadows began to die.
They appeared unknowingly and perished just as unknowingly.
The cycle, seemingly by chance, cleared a vast area.
But no light appeared; there was only more shadows, surging like a tide, with the power of erosion, with the hatred that corrodes the mind, almost like a calamity.
