"I must admit" Anthony said with an air of serene detachment, seated midair as if the very void bowed to his presence, "family dramas and betrayals, they never fail to entertain. No matter the world"
Corporal Daniel's gaze lingered on Anthony for several moments before he finally spoke, his voice edged with disbelief.
"What are you doing here?"
Anthony met his eyes with a faint, amused smile. "Isn't it obvious?" he replied coolly. "I'm enjoying the spectacle of a family drama"
His gaze then shifted to the remains of Colonel Vazeryth, now little more than a dissolving puddle of flesh and bone.
The poison had consumed everything: mana, vitality, muscle, and marrow. Such a vile, insidious toxin… truly merciless in its purpose.
