Facing the Lord of Order's furious, relentless onslaught, the Lord of Glory showed not the slightest fear. Instead, he smiled.
"Ha ha! So you can get angry too!" As he fended off the Lord of Order's attacks, he said with undisguised malice, "I thought you truly had no personal feelings at all, that you existed solely to uphold this world's order. But now that I've torn off your mask of 'selflessness,' you've finally flown into a rage from shame!"
"Yes, I am angry. I once believed I had no emotions, just as I once believed you could bring some beneficial change to this world. The facts have proven me wrong. I do have emotions, and you are utterly incapable of bringing this world any beneficial change!" The Lord of Order's voice no longer carried its usual mechanical quality. It grew increasingly human, stern and savage, brimming with chilling killing intent. "You are nothing but a scourge upon this world!"
The Lord of Glory was beaten into a miserable state, forced back step by step. Yet he still mocked him. "If you truly think I'm a scourge upon this world, why didn't you act sooner and destroy me? With the power you possess now, if you'd used it earlier, even I wouldn't have lasted until today."
"It was my mistake to harbor even the slightest hope for you. Now, I will correct that mistake!"
"Correct a mistake? Even now, you refuse to face reality—to face your true mistake!" The Lord of Glory roared. He did not use a weapon, but clenched his fist as well. Finding a flaw amid the Lord of Order's moves, he smashed a heavy punch into his face.
"This world has never needed anyone to prescribe some damned 'correct direction'! Everyone should compete without cease, fight without