Nathaniel slowly lifted his bloodshot cyan eyes to stare at the battered figure he had just hurled away effortlessly—struggling to rise and face him with his head held high. A defiant smile lingered on Kyle's lips, despite the fact that he was on the brink of death.
He watched as Kyle tilted his head.
Then Kyle let out a low chuckle—one that looked painfully out of place considering his condition—before speaking hoarsely.
"W‑What…?"
"Want… to tear me apart?"
Nathaniel's eyes contracted with madness when he saw Kyle's body begin to fade into snowflakes, blending with the remnants of the array drifting through the air. Even until the end, Kyle had a smile on his face as he met Nathaniel's eyes, quietly watching him rush forward with an expression so crazy it screamed that the man had lost all reason.
Kyle whispered with cold eyes.
"Dream on."
"I'd rather vanish myself."
