As he spoke, Danass's hand was like a blade used for dismemberment, slowly, bit by bit, plunging into Helimis's chest, staining both Helimis's chest and Danass's palm with blood.
Danass ignored Helimis's screams and spoke to himself.
"Indeed, why would you ever look at me directly, listen to what I have to say?"
"In your eyes, I'm just something dispensable, calling me your son, but in truth, am I even less than Sun and Moon to you?"
"Especially Parren of Sun, he's your confidant, while Moon and I are at most the puppets dancing on your palm, being tugged wherever, even if broken, you wouldn't care."
"You're always used to ignoring what I have to say."
"Even at such life-and-death moments."
Danass's expression was rather helpless, but his eyes revealed a trace of indifference.
"You... you...!?"
Helimis could only wail, looking at Danass with murderous intent in his eyes.
The terrifying murderous aura made Danass's body involuntarily stiffen.
