Chapter 392 – Faceless's Annoying Mouth
The Gate of Death looked exactly the same as ever, the Kingdom of Death bustling with activity beneath Vorn's throne, the Lord of Death.
But beside his throne stood a strange being, its body, skin tone, shape, and clothing shifting endlessly, over and over. Yet no matter how much the rest of it changed, its head stayed completely faceless.
"You could have used a stronger identity," Vorn said, cheek resting lazily on his palm, still hooded as always. "We lost the man's artifact because of that."
"You'll truly blame everyone but your own descendants, Vorn," Faceless scoffed. "That identity was more than enough. But your useless—!"
Vorn shot him a glance, cutting the sentence short. Faceless shrugged, scoffing anyway. "You don't scare me, Vorn. You know that."
