Crack!
ZZZ...
Electric currents surged.
All the Crimson Guild members simultaneously lost their voices.
They looked terrified as they discovered that the structure in their bodies responsible for sound had all been destroyed!
Inside the Lead Prison, silence reigned.
"The bodies you use are all products of my Crimson Guild."
"You think I'm into charity if I don't leave some checks and backdoors?"
"To put it bluntly..."
"In my full state, if I tell you to eat excrement, you will do it!"
"If I tell you to go and kill your entire family, you will do it!"
"I originally hid some backdoors in the limbs of you lackeys, but now it seems the Demon Child helped a bit."
"You want to write? Expose me? Reveal my misdeeds during the public execution? Dream on!"
The expression of the Crimson Hammer was crazed, and he glanced viciously at the Pursuer.
This guy, so immersed in his own world, probably wouldn't ruin his "grande finale."
...
The next day, 10:50 in the morning.
