"Do you really think you've won?"
Zerathos froze in place. With stiff movements, he turned around and looked up.
Hovering there was a man in a black cloak wearing an intimidating demon mask.
"Y-You…" Zerathos backed away in fear, his finger trembling as he pointed. "How is this possible!? Why are you still alive!?"
Nolan folded his arms and smiled thinly.
"Who said I was dead?"
His words struck Zerathos like a blow. He turned and saw something that left him speechless.
Nolan's body—the one he had just killed—had turned into a puddle of black liquid on the ground.
His face paled, and his breathing grew uneven.
"A transformation? So you've been deceiving me all this time!?"
He glared at Nolan again, rage boiling over.
He had been deceived twice now by Nolan, and that was completely unacceptable.
"That's right. I was toying with you. Why? Angry?" Nolan chuckled.
BOOM!
