Cyril raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised as he watched Medici Sauron Einhorn still trying to recite a new Honorific Name:
"You're actually willing to say Adam's name of your own accord? He was the mastermind among those who killed you."
Medici Sauron Einhorn spread his hands and said without any discernible expression:
"What can I say? His name is the shortest and most convenient. It works even if I just repeat it in my mind."
"Battles are always a race against time. What enemy would be foolish enough to let someone finish reciting such a long Honorific Name?"
Before it could finish speaking, the phantom mouths that had grown on either side of its face interrupted it:
"Are you talking about yourself, you foolish Medici?"
"Didn't you let Sauron and me escape from you more than once for that very reason?"
"I remember you saying that weaklings always liked to forget their past failures. So you were talking about yourself all along."
Medici furrowed his brows. He badly wanted to tear the two mouths off his face, but unfortunately, he couldn't.
"Two corrupted idiots."
After cursing them, he looked back at Cyril:
"So your corruption turns people into chatterboxes?"
"That's really interesting..."
"I don't know. It's my first time trying to corrupt someone on purpose." Cyril shrugged. After a brief pause, he suddenly said seriously:
"You don't have to keep shouting in your mind or cursing him. He's watching, but he won't respond to you."
"You..."
Medici opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Cyril vanished from its sight. His body suddenly turned ethereal, becoming a mass of layered starlight. Countless abstract symbols emerged within it, gradually converging into a phantom, overlapping Starlight Door.
It could feel some kind of connection forming between itself and the Starlight Door. It