"Damn it, can you stop playing already? I'm getting constipated every time I go to the bathroom!"
That morning, Sno was playing the piano at Mr. A's house as usual when he heard Lanevus pounding frantically on the door. Sno paid him no mind. Only after finishing a short passage did he rise and open the music room door.
"You damned bastard, what exactly do you want? No matter how much you play, your god won't wake up any faster! Your music can only draw his attention here! Instead of wasting your effort, why can't you let me spend this last bit of time in peace?"
Bloodshot veins filled Lanevus's eyes, and his entire body seemed gripped by agitation. Seeing this, Sno merely revealed a cold smile. He then unhurriedly walked to a corner of the room, opened a modestly sized safe, and took out a test tube containing blackish-red liquid.
The liquid in that test tube was so strange that merely staring at it made endless whispers seem to rise beside one's ears, compelling one to look away and cover one's ears.
"You!" The fury on Lanevus's face vanished the moment he saw the tube, replaced by dejection, bewilderment, and a flash of despair.
"What, me? Did you think I hadn't considered the possibility of you bleeding into the sewers? Honestly, every scrap of power in your body was bestowed upon you by our Lord. Is it really right for you to waste it like this?"
To Lanevus, Sno's calm demeanor was like that of a vicious Devil. Sno had not warned him when he first began letting blood. Instead, he had waited until Lanevus had persisted for over ten days, continually bleeding himself while eagerly awaiting the official Beyonders' arrival, before utterly shattering his illusions.
In that instant,