The Liar approached him, returning the mad smile, and grabbed his neck tightly:
"So, are you enjoying this, Faithless?"
Faithless placed his five fingers on the Liar's neck and replied with an insanely unhinged tone:
"Yes… how about you become my whore, clown?"
Both of them laughed, and the Liar spoke with a mocking tone:
"Don't compare yourself to me, you little kitten."
Then, with terrifying speed, they exchanged blows with insane brutality — so much so that it began to rain blood.
The Liar grabbed Faithless and smashed his face against the tombstones while laughing maniacally… Faithless grabbed his hand, broke it, then slammed his face to the ground and exploded in front of him.
The Liar appeared behind him and kicked him so hard he crashed into one of the statues…
"I'm sorry, but this is just how I greet people," the Liar said mockingly.
Faithless stood on his feet, tapping his head while blood poured down his face and his smile split his cheeks. His clothes were torn and ragged from the intense blows.
He placed his hand on his clothes and ripped them apart, revealing his abdominal muscles — and especially, the two scars on his stomach and chest.
"Oh, what a sexy body you have… But for someone who heals from any blow, why do those scars remain on your body?" the clown mocked, licking Faithless's blood from his cheek.
Faithless pushed his hair back and placed his hand on the scars, speaking sarcastically:
"Man… you're bringing up spicy topics."
"They were gifts from a beautiful lady… so I kept them." After saying that, he looked over at Marianne, who in turn didn't know what was happening to him.
"I'm trying to make sense of this… is that really Faithless?" Marianne asked in a worried tone.
"No… Faithless is now in the stage of Madness Incramate… he doesn't even know himself anymore," Eric spoke while placing his hand on his mask.
The Liar spread his arms wide and leaned forward, laughing and speaking sarcastically:
"So, Faithless the mad… what do you think of the welcoming gift I'm about to give you?"
The air contracted, and a terrifying laughter echoed — so loud that even those without ears could hear it. Both Eric and Marianne heard the laughter but couldn't tell where it came from.
Then a group of mouths appeared, all laughing madly near Faithless…
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAH!"
"Did you like the gift?" the Liar asked mockingly.
"Very much," Faithless replied, laughing along with the mouths.
Faithless lunged forward in a frenzy, slamming the Liar to the ground, then picked up a small stone and cracked it against the Liar's head… his body melted like snow, then pierced Faithless's body like a knife.
The Liar reappeared behind him, holding a werewolf's head and intending to throw it at Faithless from atop one of the statues… he threw it.
Faithless caught it, his eyes glowing, and before it exploded, he hurled it back with full force toward the Liar — it exploded near his head.
The smoke cleared, revealing the Liar's head split in two — laughing mockingly. Then he moved quickly and grabbed Faithless's head, smashing it against one of the tombs with such force that you could hear bones shatter.
Faithless rose, pulled the knife from his stomach, and drove it into his own eye while laughing… Eric was so shocked by the insane act that he nearly removed his mask.
Marianne adjusted her hat, stunned by the madness she was witnessing… the Liar laughed maniacally, staring at Faithless and his descent into pure madness.
"You've entertained me. You really have… Entertain me more with your fight, clown — I'm beginning to lose my composure."
The Liar stepped forward, lowered his head to Faithless's face, and spoke with a powerful tone:
"You shall have it… before the Great Ones."
He pulled back his hand and formed a dagger stance with his five fingers, then drove it deep into Faithless's chest, lifting him high… the skies poured heavily, and the laughter of the mouths grew louder.
Marianne dropped her hat and collapsed from the incomprehensible scene, while Eric sat on one of the graves in shock.
"BUUUUAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You're insane… truly insane!" Faithless laughed hysterically and pulled his hand back, then drove it directly into the Liar's head.
The Liar didn't even flinch — he laughed so hard blood splattered over both their faces.
The Liar grabbed Faithless's hand, tore it off, and slammed him to the ground with such force that the rain itself rose to the skies and fell again.
Marianne tried to rush in, but Eric stopped her… she struggled to break free and run to Faithless, but Eric held her tightly and shouted:
"What would you change by going there? Going now is suicide!"
"And what? You want me to stand here and watch?! He pierced his chest and cut his hand off… he'll die from this!" Marianne was panicking as she tried to reach Faithless.
In that moment, the Liar stood on his feet, and the mouths stopped laughing. They began emitting deep, ancient tonal sounds…
Both Eric and Marianne were frozen in shock — they didn't know what was happening.
A strange light shone across the Liar's face, and he slowly turned toward Eric and Marianne… he walked toward them with steady steps as they looked at him, terrified…
His face was expressionless… he stood before them and spoke in a majestic, royal tone, full of authority and grandeur:
"My apologies for the sudden and terrifying intrusion… and also, don't worry, nothing will happen to Faithless. That was just a simple greeting."
Then he continued in the same tone, looking directly at Marianne:
"You have a beautiful future with Faithless… as for the past — it is something ugly with him. So focus on the future."
He turned slowly, placing his hands behind his back, and walked toward Faithless who lay drowning in his own blood. He spoke in a mysterious tone:
"It seems you've learned how to become… my madness."
And in a cold voice, he added:
"Welcome to the path of the mad clown… Lost Fate."
He snapped his fingers and revealed a gate to the left near the philosophers' statue… and another gate beside him, from which enormous crimson hands were emerging, trying to pull something out.
The Liar held his hat and spoke strangely to Faithless:
"Until we meet again… Two-Faced One."