At that moment, the spectral silhouette gazed at Vigilante A, who stood in mid-air like a God. Its eyes were tainted with boiling fury and bone-deep hatred that darkened significantly.
This was his number 1 hatchet man. The one who pursued the Path of Heavenly Punishment. Vigilante A.
If he was not born, and did not show up roaring across the horizon, it would never have the chance to be as unhurried and conceited as he was. It would have experienced endless pain and suffering during the process of its transition, and could even die prematurely!
Was there anyone else that deserved to die even more than this man?
No!
Thus, he must die!
The spectral silhouette suddenly levitated from atop the glacier, and transformed into a ball of red light that immediately flew deeper towards the night.
Now, this area of the sea was just like an enclosed space.