"No one can stop the rekindling of my race's fire! No one!"
The shrill voice came with a crazed expression.
His gaze bore down on Angel, and his frenzied clamor stirred the surrounding energy, forcing Angel to retreat again and again.
"I'll kill you... Hee-hahahaha!" "Don't stop me!" "Humanity? I have no humanity, and I disdain being human!"
He went from calm to madness, then from madness into a self-questioning, self-answering state.
Angel silently watched the "Bobota" perform before him—based on what he had said earlier, Angel was basically certain that this aberration was Bobota. Yet Bobota's transformation, whether in appearance or strength, greatly astonished Angel.
In Angel's mind, Bobota was still that handsome, dashing young man in white.
Even back in Savage Cave, Angel could tell that Bobota harbored certain hidden dark sides. But the gentleness and generosity he displayed outwardly had left a rather deep impression on Angel.
He simply could not equate that mild-mannered young man with the ugly aberration before him, so deranged and fractured.
Aside from some emotion over Bobota's changes, Angel had nothing to say about them. After all, they must have been the result of Bobota's own choices. Besides, Bobota had never been close to him. What Angel needed to consider now was how to leave without making a sound.
If this had been Bobota from half a month ago, Angel could have simply left without issue.
But Bobota had changed far too much. Even facing him gave Angel an extremely dangerous feeling, as though he were confronting Fafnir. Perhaps that was only an illusion, but judging from how Bobota had coexisted peacefully with Iyadase earlier, one thing was certain: Bobota's strength had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Moreover, Bobota's current state was clearly abnormal. He looked calm, but the slightest thing could ignite his