The Judgment Of World

However You Have Done This

The masked figure who had led him to this place dared to reveal itself.

The fiery emotions within Azazel's body wanted to burst out toward that person, but he hesitated, unsure if the person was merely a guide.

They both arrived at a gripping scene of silence, watching each other with already radiating auras.

"I did not trap you!"

Suddenly, an object was thrown, a black object that slowly unraveled in the sunlight until everything became clear.

A head, yes, that's right. A man's head had rolled and stopped right behind Azazel's feet.

Upon closer inspection, the face did not feel unfamiliar. Indeed, it was the face of the person he was looking for.

"What is the meaning of all this?" Azazel asked coldly.

"I killed this person, and you can get paid for it!" the masked person replied casually.

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