Two Hundred and Seventeen.

“FUCK IT!” The Dark Lord screamed as he watched Lyon, he had been depressed right since the moment he had ran away from the fight with Lyon.

“I should have killed him, I could have killed him! Why didn’t I kill him?!” The questions lived rent free in his head, he had the upper hand for hours but he still couldn’t take down Lyon.

He could have stomped on him and right now, he would have become history but he didn’t have the power to do that even after all his bluffs.

The Dark Lord watched as Lyon roamed around without veiling his presence and he knew that it was on purpose and Lyon was only checking to see if he was going to send monsters.

He wanted to, he wanted to send multiple powerful monsters Lyon’s way but on a second though he stopped it, he wanted to have the satisfaction of killing Lyon himself.

Having a monster do that wouldn’t give him that satisfaction, he wanted to stomp on Lyon’s pride, he wanted to do things that would make Lyon see it clearly that he’s not supposed to
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