The Remnant observed Rion with a calm gaze and spoke in an amused tone, "Thou trustest thine own conclusion more than the truth the world would show thee."
Rion shook his head, the corners of his lips lifted upwards, and he said, "I am simply aware of your deceitful self."
The Remnant sighed, stepped forward, and clenched his fist. Pure demonic energy swirled in his hand and moulded itself into a dark katana.
Hair at the back of Rion's head stood up at the chilling power seeping out of the katana. He kept his expression calm and thought, 'We cannot fight here... It will lead to many deaths.'
That was precisely why The Remnant wanted to continue the battle there. Haden was the one who had moved him last time, but now, there was no one else who could do the same.
As his slow and steady steps continued towards Rion, an amused — nearly delighted — sheen crossed his flaming purple eyes, and he mumbled, "Hast thou truly the leisure to think?"
