The fire in The Master's Eye Sockets flickered uncertainly. "What exactly are you planning to do?"
Vizet raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Miklantikutli, I've already answered so many of your questions..."
"Why are you still unwilling to answer that question?" His voice rose slightly, as though he feared The Master had not heard him. "What are you waiting for?"
The Master tilted his skull, seemingly displeased by Vizet's question. "You seem to think you understand me very well, trying to force me into giving you a definite answer?"
Vizet nodded, his tone carrying a touch of matter-of-factness. "I consider myself quite familiar with you."
"Hah!" The Master sneered, his voice full of disdain. "Why are you so arrogant?"
"Just because you returned to the past and stayed there for a little while, you think you understand me well enough?"
Vizet narrowed his eyes slightly, as if recalling something. "I prefer using my observations to confirm information that may be useful to me."
"I know that when they were setting up the 'Pathway,' you directly interfered with and mocked them, yet did not directly destroy the 'Pathway.' Is that right?"
The Master offered no response, as though he had not heard Vizet's question.
Vizet had expected this reaction. He spoke calmly, "After the interference with the 'Pathway,' they all expressed their wariness of you."
"But I was thinking about something else. The 'Pathway' was clearly a challenge to the 'Eternity' you support, so why did you merely interfere and mock it instead of truly destroying it?"
"I think the reason is simple. It's what you just called me—you're arrogant. Perhaps that arrogance is built upon so-called confidence. You believed you could absolutely interfere with the 'Pathway,' didn't you?"
"You were the same after descending once more. Confident that you could control everything,