"Cosmic Punch!"
Kazan stomped forward, the ground erupting into a storm of dust as his fist blasted out. His will collapsed around his arm, morphing into a colossal fist that tore toward Whisker.
"Let's see," Whisker murmured as he slowly raised his arm.
The punch detonated in a violent explosion, and a thick haze swallowed the domain. As it cleared, Kazan's eyes narrowed.
A bluish shield had formed before Whisker and not a single strand of hair was out of place.
Still, Atticus caught the light flaring in Kazan's eyes.
"You don't have true will…"
The eyes of the watching Marquis sharpened instantly.
At Whisker's silence, Kazan's lips slowly stretched into a wide grin.
"Good, good! For a moment there, I thought you were like the other monsters, but you're a false willer, just like me! It's not hopeless, haha!"
He smashed his gauntlets together as he laughed.
