Clown's gaze flickered uncertainly. Then he suddenly sneered and said:
"So you're telling me I'm connected to Joybringer? Ha, don't make me laugh. If I really held that kind of standing, I'd already be on equal footing with the Female Host! Would I have ended up like this?"
The being held the Giant Scythe and said hoarsely:
"Because you are not Joybringer."
"But through you, perhaps we can find that missing Pillar God. As long as you join our faction and swear allegiance to the Heavenly Father, we will grant you a status no lower than those deities."
He coaxed him patiently, his voice full of seductive persuasion.
But Clown wasn't buying any of it. He sneered and said:
"And then you'll kill me once you've used me up? Or have me follow that calamity into the abyss of destruction? Don't make me laugh!"
"I don't have any great ambitions. I just want to stay alive. But if you succeed, none of it will exist anymore. Do you think I'd willingly sink that low and bury my own future along with yours?"
"Dream on!"
In an instant.
Clown attacked.
He had long been ready to strike. His figure moved like a phantom, closing in on the enormous shadow in a flash. He wielded chaotic melodies as weapons, holding nothing back as he launched a lethal assault on Nightmare.
In moments, he and the shadow exchanged hundreds of blows, neither gaining the upper hand.
Clang-
The shadow's enormous scythe blocked Clown's storm of attacks. He retreated several hundred meters, and icy fluctuations erupted beneath his pitch-black helmet.
He said hoarsely:
"You brought this on yourself!"
In an instant, he clenched the Black Scythe, and billowing black vapor burst from his entire body. Piercing shrieks rang out from within it, as though