The Demon Lord rampaged through his mind, and the failure rate kept climbing. The attacker knew the tide had turned, yet he still summoned the last of his sanity, the last of his self-control, and asked with difficulty, "Why?"
Why could you see through my thoughts?
Why could you confuse my psychic energy?
When exactly did I fall under your spell?
If he did not get to the bottom of this, he would not rest easy even in death.
Shi Tiexin lowered his arm. The Bone Shield returned to a normal hand, while the Muscle Armor was sent back to Mars. Though this borrowed biological equipment consisted of his own cells, he was not an Apocalypse Organism after all. Those excess cells did not fall within the scope of his "true form" and could not be used for long.
He looked at the attacker and spoke directly into the other man's heart through the power of the Twisted Heart Demonic Eye. "Fine. Before I send you on your way, I'll let you die understanding."
His sword fingers came together, and the Demon Lord threw the mind into chaos.
The attacker felt his memories being turned over, flowing before his eyes like a river. Yet memories that had originally seemed crystal clear now appeared shrouded in hazy mist, making many things seem both true and false.
Through the Demon Lord's mercy, a corner of the fog that had always enveloped his memories dispersed, allowing the attacker to see the true shape of events.
At the very first exchange of blows.
Right after that hand chop.
At the moment he had smugly examined the severed hand in his grasp, the normal palm in his memories had actually opened an eye.
Flowers in the mirror, moon in the water; a Seed Demon planted