"Sealed away in the 'True World'?"
Arnold tilted his head, a smile playing on his lips, his scarlet eyes filled with icy killing intent.
"That is merely a fragment, peeled away from reality. How could it be called 'True'? And the 'Night' that exists in such a world—how could it possibly count as the true 'Night'?"
"Only now that I am awake do I understand why the world has become what it is. It wasn't just their handiwork... but also that of the four 'True Gods'—Tina, McCarthy, all of them..."
"If not for that foolish woman's choice... that so-called 'Master of True Slaughter' you worship would have been devoured by Tina long ago!"
BANG!
Arnold slammed his foot into Agostinho. The abyssal darkness that materialized on his gleaming leather shoe was like a razor's edge, effortlessly piercing through the viscera coated in ash and blood to emerge from his back.
