Wen Xishu thought, if on the eve of doomsday, even the last steadfast supporter, Mr. Murata, "defects"...
Master Lingqing would certainly fall into despair.
Perhaps seeing the despair on the Mage's face would be the greatest relief for the Destroyer.
"Destroyers are all just hedonists... really."
Wen Xishu actually didn't dislike hedonists, or rather, he tolerated moderate hedonists. But if it was no longer about deriving pleasure from others' pain, and instead, directly jumping to deriving joy from others' despair... that was utterly unacceptable to Wen Xishu.
"The Destroyer just called, undoubtedly to confirm one thing."
"That is, whether the seven individuals are safe and sound. I didn't answer the call, but perhaps the Destroyer's habitual vigilance would make him aware of certain possibilities."
"The Destroyer is unaware of my presence, but this time... he appeared next to Master Lingqing, leading to eavesdropping on my plan, and became aware of my existence."
