'Wait, why are your eyes lingering on that monster at the center? Don't tell me that you wish to slay it? HAHAHA! You crazy bastard!' Devil's Tongue laughed joyfully in Michael's head.
But this time Michael didn't ignore his soul weapon. With the constant explosions everywhere, the sword's laughter was better than the ringing in his ears.
'Let's say that I am considering it.' He replied a moment later.
Of course, he wasn't delusional. He perfectly knew how wide the gap between the Grandmasters and himself was. To have reached such a high realm they must have a spirit with more than 1,000,000 points, and they were still struggling against the General.
If they weren't able to contain the monster, how could Michael, who only had 15,000 points in spirit, even compare?
"Normally I won't stand a chance. But with it being able to harm souls… I have a chance if it were to target me." He mumbled, his voice being washed out by the sound of battle.
