Manon gazed at the two guardians with misty eyes. As the feelings overflowed, the Sky Spear couldn't help but remark.
"Right Guardian of Judgement… Left Guardian of Wisdom… To think that there would come a day when I would face you as an enemy of His Majesty…"
Manon sighed, his heart heavy from regret. No, a silent fury was building within.
"No… It's all that bastard's fault! Once I save His Majesty, I will rip that mule with my own two hands!"
Channelling his anger toward Zuphil, the Warlock responsible for causing this rift, Manon swung his golden spear with impeccable dexterity. He glanced at the levitating Clay Emperor, his face still expressionless; demonic mana wreathed his entire body. Not only that, it seeped from this rotting shell onto the two Guardian Clay Gods, and that, in turn, began rotting the deities from within.
"Fortunately, the two Guardians and His Majesty aren't in their perfected state! We have a chance to defeat them here!"
"... They aren't perfected?!"
