"The moment of decision..."
Sai Zong savors this uncertain word, his gaze tightly fixed on the golden mask of Leviathan, and in the pure golden sheen, Sai Zong can see his own cruel reflection.
"Oh, is that so?"
Sai Zong's gaze seems to penetrate the barrier of the spacesuit, effortlessly glimpsing the essence of Leviathan, that viscous, sinister, dark essence.
The essence of chaos.
Sai Zong asks, "Did you do all this just for this elusive possibility?"
"No matter how slim the odds are, you have to try," Leviathan leans against the wall, indifferent, "If you don't even try, what's the difference from outright conceding?"
Sai Zong eagerly says, "I hope I get to witness that scene."
Leviathan gives a definite promise, "You certainly will, after all, at that final decision, all Devils must be present."
