Sand...sand...
A tall man in black stood on the road ahead.
"Are you here to meet your demise?"
Siang twisted his hands together as if stretching in an unconventional manner.
The tall man's expression was grave as he solemnly said,
"I possess a 'Destruction' with the power to annihilate everything."
He raised his hand, and two shimmering points of light continuously wound around it.
In the blink of an eye—
Siang's figure flashed, snatched something from the tall man's hands, and then retreated.
It looked as if he had not moved at all.
But those two shimmering spots of light now appeared at his fingertips.
Siang spoke with a judgmental tone,
"The Destruction Council? No, you do not understand the power of 'Destruction' at all. You are merely fervent devotees of destructive power, to speak the truth—"
"You do not understand 'End' at all."
He took a deep breath.
The two light points entered his nostrils and disappeared.
"Hmm, delicious!"
Siang commented with surprise.
