"Give yourself up, Mr. Sian. We obtained plenty of information about you from Mestur, and we know exactly how strong you are. Although our hasty operation did not leave us time to set any traps, the three Morningstar Professionals present—including myself—are certainly not opponents you can face alone... Lord Whisper of Destruction, your crimes end here! You have no other choice now!"
It was a stern warning much like a final ultimatum. Having finally realized that recruitment was essentially impossible, Crystalline Radiance had clearly prepared himself for battle. Perhaps he believed that his warning, combined with the presence of three combatants, was sufficiently intimidating to frighten a Morningstar Mage. Thus, despite holding a considerable advantage and assuming a combat stance, the Morningstar Priest did not immediately attack. He was still attempting to defeat his enemy through means other than battle.
But in reality... how much use could a few verbal threats possibly have? How could Whisper of Destruction, who picked fights even when he had nothing better to do, possibly avoid combat?
Thus, as he disdainfully watched Anthony spout arrogant nonsense with the sanctimonious expression of a holy fraud, Punk's answer could only be a blunt mockery so icy that no emotional fluctuation could be heard within it:
"Oh? So some self-righteous idiots think they have me cornered? You say I have no choice? Is that really so? You think victory is already in your grasp and that you are unstoppable? How pathetic! How laughable! To be honest, even I do not yet know just how powerful I can be at full strength! At the very least, compared with the so-called victory being babbled about by a pack of baboons, I think certain fools tottering on death's doorstep are much closer to dying!"
By this point, Whisper of Destruction had