Now Roger has extinguished his anger, and all that awaits him is death.
The more disturbing sneers echoed, and Roger savored the despair emanating from Left Garrison, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction.
This condescension, this disdain, this crushing of honor and dignity...
That's right, Roger has been pursuing such an answer, these human vices, the more despicable they are, the more they prove Roger's correctness.
Ascend! Keep ascending! Abandon all vices and cowardice, ascend to a greater existence.
The decline of mortals only makes him more resolute, and this steadfastness is precisely what Roger needs.
Yet just as Roger was satisfied, a hoarse voice rang out.
"So you're waiting for my wails? Watching mortal pride be crushed, dignity trampled into the ground, thrown into the mire," Left Garrison smiled, his teeth stained with blood, like a beast, "How pathetic, Roger, to have such power yet be so laughable."
