"No... I'm just a bit sad," the Shadow King murmured, "I resent myself for ultimately failing."
"You are attempting to overthrow an Empire."
"It's not like no Empire has ever fallen."
"Xilin is already dead, what are you still holding onto?"
"Xilin is dead, what does that have to do with me wanting to overturn all this?"
The Shadow King said hoarsely, "This has nothing to do with Xilin, nothing to do with the throne. Since Kagader's blood has been corrupted by the Devil, then let's sever it. After all, this world isn't lacking that lineage."
"Stubborn and obstinate."
The First Seat said as he swung down the Great Scythe, and at that moment, the Shadow King clenched his fist, causing the mark left by the Devil in his palm to dissolve.
A strange and unsettling force spread from the Shadow King, causing the First Seat's figure to stiffen for a moment, hesitating the falling Great Scythe.
