Hearing this, the Masked Bone Lord looked slightly surprised. "So you've chosen to drag this out with me?"
Though phrased as a question, his tone sounded more like a statement.
Bone Lord shook his head and let out a long sigh, as if delivering his last words. "No. I'm just feeling a little tired."
"Oh?"
Seeing that the man before him seemed to have given up, countless dense shadows suddenly appeared in the sky, shrouding the two of them. Looking up, Bone Lord saw grayish bone spikes!
With a wave of the Masked Bone Lord's hand, the bone spikes rained down like a barrage of spears!
Seeing this, Bone Lord, who had seemed ready to give up, suddenly raised his hand. Bones tore through his skin, instantly forming an incomparably sturdy bone wall that blocked the spikes falling from the sky!
"You hadn't given up?"
Bone Lord showed no sign of embarrassment. "I only said I was tired. I never said I was giving up!"
"Still—some of what I said earlier did come from the heart. I have to say, even toward yourself, your suspicion is ridiculously heavy."
"I haven't forgotten what you represent. Your position determines your thinking. We're both the same person—how different do you think our ways of thinking can be?"
Bone Lord thought about it, then nodded. "That's true. Actually, I wouldn't have believed you trusted what I said either. So what now? Another fight?"
"I don't think that'll be necessary."
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The Masked Bone Lord's lips curled slightly. "It seems luck is on my side. Since I found Graffiti first, then now..."
The ground beneath their feet began to shake once more. This time, however, the tremors were several times stronger than before, as though this already devastated space was about to collapse again!
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