Capital City, The Peak of Forbidden Palace.
Hearing the sound, Yama abruptly turned around to see a severe, chiseled face before him.
This face exuded a calm and unruffled demeanor as if this battle was as simple and playful as a child's game.
When Yama saw who it was, his brows immediately furrowed.
"Finally, we meet, Army Master White!" he said in a deep voice, a strange glint gleaming in his eyes that hinted at a touch of madness.
White Mitchell shook his head, lightly responding, "You may have been anticipating this, but to me, it is somewhat disappointing."
Disappointed?
Yama was momentarily stunned before asking, "Why so?"
"Your strength is somewhat less than I had imagined," White Mitchell stated straightforwardly.
Those words enraged Yama instantly, his face beneath the mask filled with resentment.
"You look down on me?" he demanded, almost spitting out each word.