When the last syllable fell, every [Mask] bowed slightly in perfect synchrony, a terrifying depiction of elegance and courtesy.
Thirty-six thousand Square Faces' pupils suddenly constricted into needlepoints.
Square Face understood every word, yet he couldn't grasp the true meaning behind the phrase, much like a child hearing a warning of death, yet not comprehending its weight.
The words from the opponent's mouth were simply too horrifying.
What Eternal Imprisonment Corridor, what your world, what everything is under your control... Do you realize you're speaking absurd tales?
Then, every Square Face on the crosses saw the [Mask] in front of them lift its right hand.
The arm, wrapped in a dark sleeve, slowly stretched out, the index finger flicked, the skin cracked open revealing a sinister bone spike, piercing straight into his chest.
