Dusana opened the iron door, allowing Spiro to enter the secret treasure vault.
"There's a golden rose line there. The item is placed below the rose symbol."
Dusana pointed to a golden line in the secret treasure vault, which extended all the way to the end of the vault.
At the end of the secret treasure vault, there was a display case, and upon it rested a fragmented golden mask.
A beam of golden light descended from above, illuminating the mask, making it shine brilliantly.
"Da... Da..."
Spiro, his face dazed, gazed at the beautiful mask, his feet slowly moving forward.
Seeing that he seemed completely captivated by the golden mask, Dusana immediately turned and ran outwards.
"Pfft!"
But just as he took a step, a long, thin black whip, like a spear, pierced through his chest from several meters away, emerging from his front.
"Thank you."
Dusana's mouth gaped open. He gripped the whip with both hands, trying to pull it out of his body.
"No, you've already gotten what you wanted..."
Spiro grasped the golden mask with his left hand. With a "swish" of his right hand, he retracted the black whip. Dusana fell to the ground with a "thud."
"The information you gave me was wrong."
Dusana lay on the ground, clutching his chest, blood slowly flowing out.
"You betrayed me! You conspired with that bitch to kill me!"
Spiro slowly circled Dusana, who was struggling painfully on the ground, his voice hoarse and full of anguish.
"Just for the money she gave you?"
"Do you know that everything she has now originally belonged to me!"
"It's mine!!!"
Spiro brandished the whip, lashing Dusana across the face with a "crack," leaving a bloody welt.
Dusana was already in too much pain to speak, but this lash snapped him to his senses.
He understood that he was doomed.
"How do you think your Isaac family came by everything?"
"Do you think your Isaac family ancestors were any different from that bitch from the Sigrit family?"
Blood continuously trickled from the corner of Dusana's mouth. He coughed up some blood from time to time, laughing with a hint of madness.
"The Isaac family used conspiracy to obtain everything from the Parama family. The Sigrit family used conspiracy to obtain everything from the Isaac family."
Dusana laughed madly, his voice gradually weakening. Blood flowed from the welt on his face, covering it. He pointed at the mask in Spiro's hand.
"You too will... follow in their... footsteps."
As his voice faded, Dusana's raised arm fell limply. His expression was savage, dying with his eyes open.
The long, thin black whip in Spiro's hand dissipated into black smoke. He looked down at the golden mask in his hand; a corner was missing from the right side of the chin.
"I will kill them all."
Spiro, holding the fragmented golden mask, slowly walked towards the exit of the secret treasure vault.
At this moment, Ilumi was hiding on the ceiling outside the secret treasure vault, maintaining a state of Zetsu so that Spiro wouldn't discover him.
"This old man even knows how to play dead."
In Ilumi's eyes, Dusana, lying on the ground, was still enveloped in a thick aura of fear and dread, but mixed within it was an aura of calmness and rationality.
For him to rise from an unknown nobody to his current position as a member of the Council of Elders, he naturally wasn't without skill.
"Let's ignore that old man for now."
Ilumi looked at Spiro slowly entering the secret passage below. The negative emotions clinging to him were denser than anything Ilumi had ever seen.
Disappointment, fear, anger, jealousy, and that towering, immense malice.
"This person is already on the verge of madness."
Ilumi watched Spiro's retreating figure. A person burdened with such intense negative emotions—if one were to add a little more "spice" at this moment, he probably wouldn't be human anymore.
"But, I'm not the type to look for trouble for myself either."
A sharp glint flashed in Ilumi's eyes. He formed a hand-knife and, using Shunpo, silently approached Spiro.
"Smack!"
Suddenly, Ilumi's movement paused. He looked down at his feet; a long, thin black whip was wrapped around his left calf.
Before he could break free, Spiro yanked the long, thin black whip, swinging Ilumi high off the ground and over his head.
"Bang!"
With a loud crash, Ilumi was thrown hard, slamming onto the unyielding ground, creating fine cracks.
"Cough..."
Ilumi got up, coughed lightly, and with a "swish," retreated seven steps backward, creating distance.
"I don't understand. He shouldn't have discovered me."
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked ahead, and his expression changed abruptly.
Spiro had already put on the fragmented golden mask. His entire temperament and presence had changed.
"Ah~ This mask, it's too wonderful~"
Even his hoarse voice had become rich and deep, carrying a strange allure.
"I didn't even notice you, but it activated its ability on its own."
Spiro, finished with his moan, looked at Ilumi. The black whip in his hand cracked against the ground with a "smack."
"You're an assassin, aren't you."
"Traveling thousands of miles to Meteor City to kill me, truly..."
Before his words finished, Spiro brandished the black whip in his hand. With his movement, the black whip instantly extended, lashing towards Ilumi.
"...troublesome!"
Spiro's last three words accompanied the black whip as it struck at Ilumi.
"Smack!"
The first strike missed. Ilumi merely leaned back and easily dodged it, but this was just the beginning.
"Smack smack smack..."
Spiro's right hand became a blur of afterimages, madly whipping the black whip. The long, thin, sturdy black whip bounced and lashed back and forth in the narrow secret passage.
But he consistently failed to hit Ilumi. Ilumi's figure also became a blur of afterimages, flickering rapidly in this narrow secret passage as if dropping frames.
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, Spiro's whole body shuddered, and he slowly looked down.
A bloody hole had appeared on his left chest. Blood spread from the edge of the hole, dyeing his black robe dark red.
"My..."
Spiro felt an emptiness in his chest, as if something had been stolen. The black whip in his hand dissipated, and he reached for his heart.
At the same time, Spiro slowly turned to look behind him. Ilumi was standing with his back to him, his right hand clutching a bloody mass of flesh.
"Here you go."
The corner of Ilumi's mouth lifted slightly as he tossed the still-beating heart to Spiro's feet.
"My... heart."
Spiro looked down at the heart on the ground. With a "pfft," he spurted a large amount of blood from his mouth.
With a "thump," he fell face forward to the ground.
"He could defend against my sneak attack, but not my frontal assault."
Ilumi, puzzled, walked over to the fallen Spiro and reached out to remove the golden mask from his face.
"Fighting tooth and nail for this mask."
Ilumi looked at the bloodstained golden mask in his hand, his brow slightly furrowed.
He had an urge to try it on. This thought was very dangerous.
An extreme sense of craving, as if his heart were being clawed at, as if just putting it on would satisfy all his inner desires.
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