"From the moment I arrived, I was ready to go to war with all of you." Darin bowed his head, his black hair covering his face. Only his unusually hoarse voice could be heard.
"Today, I only want to kill the Emperor Master. If you can help me with this, and hand over that woman, I, Darin, promise you all can live and serve the gods alive."
He continued pointing his finger at the crowd in front of him, appearing very weak.
Beside him, the Guilt Emperor remained silent, his eyes fixed on Skilid City pressing down from above.
"Sorry." Pranay Martinez chuckled, showing his white teeth. "I, Pranay Martinez, have already died once. The gods took my body; we owe each other nothing."
After speaking, he pressed his hands down again!
The illusion of Skilid City became increasingly clear!
And it got ever closer to the people below!
Faced with the crisis, a monk behind Darin bent down.
A monk came up behind the crouched monk.
One after another, they climbed higher.
