Give up this foolish resistance?
Earn the respect of the great Acraepoid's will?
Blame himself for being born in the low, filthy world that is the Burrow World?
The familiar speech made Grimm, who was clutching at his Sabbatical Goat Staff on top of the Thousand-eyed Carcinus. He laughed in an eerie manner. "Heehee, heeheeheehee…"
He never would have thought.
That one day, a creature from a foreign world would dare utter those words to a sorcerer. Grimm felt nothing but irony and anger.
Within the black flames, the World Guardian of the Acraepoid World shrugged disappointingly as he saw Grimm's ignorant expressions.
"Foolish creature, perhaps you are the strongest of the Burrow World, there might not be anyone who could oppose you there. But in the eyes of the great Acraepoid World, you're just but a puny bug that we could squash at any moment."