Chapter 267: Magus Vs Ronan (1)
"Shut up, you hypocrite."
Ronan's voice cracked with venom. "You talk about sacrificing minors for the greater good. You talk about saving lives through your actions. But tell me.... do you not know how many lives your Cursed have ruined? Men. Women. The able, the disabled. Old. Young."
The image of Sam, the boy flashed across his mind. Ronan's grip on his blades tightened until his knuckles bled white. His teeth ground together, his eyes locked on Magus.
"So stop trying to justify your vile actions. That isn't righteousness....it's pure evil. You and your Cursed need to be destroyed."
The Onslaught skill flared back to life. Ronan didn't know why it returned, but he guessed it was the restoration pill. Maybe it had repaired the skill's broken threads. He didn't care. Gratitude burned hot inside him, but there was no time to savor it.
