The Remnant looked at the needles that were halting every trace of his movement and muttered in a voice quivering with disbelief, "How can this be…?"
Haden seized The Remnant's head by the hair and demanded in a sharp, cutting tone, "If only gods and devils can kill them, why do you want to take over Rion's body?!"
A broad grin tore across The Remnant's face, and he replied, "His body is special — perfect, even. He possesses an unimaginable reservoir of life essence, and through it, I would command one of my siblings: Noir, Devil of Freedom." His voice carried such dense malice that it alone could send chills racing down the spine of most beings.
But Haden was not among them. He stepped forward, his eyes blazing with a fury so profound that even his own aura struggled to remain close to him.
"You have lived long enough," he spat, driving his fingers into the fractures at his chest and ripping them open. The ancient chain swirling around the Corrupted Abysmal Flame was laid bare.
