[I should be helping the others...but against my own creator? Madness!] Arbalest mumbled while slamming his head against a cave wall.
In a part of the main cavern that was overlooking the ongoing battle, Arbalest the chimeric porcupine kaijin was undergoing a bit of mental breakdown.
It wasn't exactly an identity crisis, but it was definitely based on morals.
Yes, morals.
The thing that most of Dante's other kaijin simply laughed about before eating a baby in front of its mother and then spitting the remains into her eyes.
[I can't keep perpetuating the suffering and misery he wants from me, but he made me. I can't just bite the hand that created me, right?]
When Zhen Liu injected [Chaos] into Arbalest, it was based on instinct.
He wasn't entirely sure why, but something in the deepest recesses of Zhen Liu's soul had given him the fool hardy idea of seeing if there was more than one way to mess with Dante's knock-off kaijin.
