Before Michael had lost consciousness, he had seen the system notification that his soul weapon had managed to evolve to the Mythic rank. However, now bearing witness to the result of the said evolution, he was understandably taken by surprise.
After a few seconds he chuckled.
"You kind of saved me… So I guess you are indeed amazing."
Michael's eyes narrowed.
"But Devil? Aren't you going to ask your owner for his opinion?"
Devil didn't even blink.
"No."
Honestly, Michael didn't blame the weapon. He indeed had a questionable naming sense.
With a sigh, his gaze shifted to the barely alive corpse.
Since Devil had been awfully considerate, he had left the man's right ear and tongue intact, just enough to answer questions. As for his eyes, they were gone, robbing him of his sight.
"If you want a quick death, answer truthfully." Michael said coldly.
There wasn't even a hint of retaliation from Malice as he answered everything at a moment's notice.
