Byron City, somewhere.
Amidst a field of flesh and debris.
Holy Grail Charles, having just revived, stared blankly at the sky, his face suddenly turning hideous with rage, "How dare he? How could he do this? That was... the Holy Grail!"
To become a 'longevity', shouldn't it be the pursuit of all 'perfect ones'?
Why disdain it?
To destroy the entire ritual?
It doesn't make sense!
"Heh heh... The madness and corruption of us 'perfect ones,' only turns out to be more terrifying than others... Perhaps that person has gone mad too..."
Out of the darkness, the gourmet Sanier slowly emerged, "The matter of the Holy Grail is settled, but Charles... your scheming against me, it can't just end so simply."
"I am in a very bad mood right now, don't provoke me, Sanier, or you will regret it."
Charles's clothes tore apart, as countless arms, legs, and heads spread out, transforming him into a horrifying monster with hundreds of legs, hands, and eyes.
He was truly furious.
