"Serio, the Destined Star," Lyle repeated the name as if to brand it into the depths of his own soul. Beyond the anger and hostility of revenge surged in Lyle's heart, like the raging waves stirred up by a deity, impossible to calm.
Kill him, destroy him, devour him.
Everything around them fell into despair under the horrific plague of the Evil God, with only the two people facing each other remaining intact.
The curses scattered in the air seemed to have taken solid form, the power had accumulated to a viscous extent, and Lyle could even feel the deadly cyan plague licking at his body with its magic.
The once citizens were wailing and screaming, killing each other, but Lyle was unaffected by the plague, he even felt an affinity.
For it was his own power.
Yino wasn't a replacement for William; what he wanted to replace was Lyle himself.
"Hello, Mr. Lyle. Goodbye, Mr. Lyle."
Serio swung the key in his hand with a smile, that lucky gold coin that belonged to William.