Chapitre 117: Dire Situation

"Hahaha! Haha!"

It was Arenthor who seemed to have lost his cool.

"You two are so hilarious!" He laughed maniacally. "Do you think I will let you do that after all of this? My efforts?"

"Dream on!"

"I will kill both of you-! Hick!"

"Splurt!"

"...You talk too... much," Zyra'kai muttered as he slowly took out his sword that was piercing through Arenthor's heart. 

"It seems we don't have to wait any longer." Lord Magnus muttered after witnessing the weakened Arenthor dying easily. "We only need to find a way to get out here."

"...Right," Zyra'kai replied, his gaze never leaving the dying Crimson Lord. "But let's wait till you are... ready."

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Meanwhile, on the outside, Sin and Samiel watched as the cocoon continued emitting a powerful malevolent aura.

"Why is he still not out-!? What is happening?" Sin changed his words midway as the cocoon started to act uncontrollably, shrinking and changing its shape non-stop.