"I can't be weaker than that clone… I will destroy this world and leave," Abornim thought. He knew his main body would be disappointed if he wasted time in this world, especially now that he had inherited the coldness of demons.
"Relax," Mahito said with a nervous smile. "Yes… we just want to talk to you about something," Jogo added, trying to ease the tension as he looked up at Abornim's tall, toned form, with his black hair and confident grin.
"I have limited time, so let's get this started," Abornim said, suddenly appearing right in front of Jogo. Jogo instinctively moved back, and Hanami stepped forward to attack, but quickly froze, seeing something terrifying. Abornim was holding Jogo's head in his hands.
"Too weak… all of you are just early Rank 0. Disappointing," Abornim muttered before dropping two lifeless bodies: Jogo's and Hanami's, each split into pieces.
