Regis's blood-red eyes remained glaring at Marzak's back.
Everything seemed to be in slow motion as he gathered his thoughts.
'Am I really okay with this?'
'Of course not.'
'Then what am I waiting for?'
'Would I wait for everyone to die before making my move again?'
'Would I let myself make the same mistake all over again?'
Alaric's kind visage appeared amidst his thoughts.
'Of course not!'
The scene in his mind switched to when the priest died while standing.
'I don't care how they see me afterward—I'll think about it then.'
And finally, the thought that they were not even able to give him a proper burial arose in his mind.
'I'll never make the same mistake…'
He desperately never wanted such an event to repeat itself.
'I refuse to make the same mistake again…!'
It did not take long before Regis made up his mind, followed by a chant leaving his lips.
[Demonize]
***
As the black sharp claws neared towards him, Larkson inadvertently closed his eyes.
