Dago's words were like an invisible blade tempered with bitter cold, brutally crossing layers of space and shredding every last one of Kubo's mental defenses.
Kubo's expression abruptly froze.
He opened his mouth, but only a dry rasp escaped his throat. He could not muster a single word of rebuttal.
Dago stood in the gale with his hands behind his back, looking down at him as though he were a dying ant.
He slowly raised his right hand.
Humm-
An armlet filled with swirling starlight rose above his palm, radiating a profound, heart-stirring glow.
"You went to all this trouble for nothing more than the inheritance."
A cold, mocking smile curled Dago's lips. "As for whether I'm the real Dago, does that even matter anymore?"
Kubo's face twisted violently, defiance and humiliation mingling in his eyes.
Only after a long moment did he grit his teeth and roar, "Impossible! I watched you drink it with my own eyes!"
"Do you mean this?"
Dago calmly flicked a finger.
Crack!
An ice blossom formed from the utmost cold bloomed proudly at his fingertip!
Sealed at its very center was a beautiful yet lethal purple droplet-the purple mist flower juice Kubo had secretly added to the thick soup!
At the sight of the perfectly intact poison, the last flicker of hope in Kubo's eyes shattered.
Cornered, Kubo instead stopped struggling.
He stared fixedly at Dago, but the edges of his body began to distort and blur unnaturally.
Wisps of black smoke rose from him. Like lingering snow beneath a blazing sun, his entire body began rapidly melting and evaporating.
"Trying to leave? Have you asked my tentacles?"
Dago's gaze turned abruptly cold, his killing intent laid bare.
Boom!
The space behind him tore open in an instant, and twenty-nine thick golden tentacles surged