<h4>Chapter 334 The White Mask [Pt 2] </h4>
''I''m about to… figure what out?''
As Scy had this thought, she saw a finger of the masked figure draw close to her.
''N-no! Stay back!'' Her thoughts echoed as it neared.
Unfortunately, she could do nothing to stop its advance. Before long, itpletely closed the distance and reached her forehead.
~Tut~
Nothing but a gentle tap reverberated through her head as the finger made impact.
However, the moment Scy rxed her body…
~ZZZTTZZZZ!~
… The true inflow arrived.
"ARRRGHHHHHHH!!!" Her screams filled the massive room, followed by convulsions all over her body.
Her head particrly swayed as her hair whipped all over. Like a madman, she constantly bobbed her head and her face showed hints of insanity.
Tears descended down her eyes, causing her mascara to melt. The cause was a dream of ck lines streaming down her cheeks.
Perspiration covered her face as well, which caused most of her makeup to be ruined.
After a while—countless months, if not years, encapsted in a single moment—Scy finally stopped her throes of insanity.
It was only when she stopped screaming that the finger left her forehead, and the strange buzz it had exited her brain.
"Do you remember now?"
The strange voice of the man in the mask wafted through Scy''s ears as she looked up at him with a perplexed and apprehensive expression.
"I-I don''t know who you are. You''re not… you''re not my guard. Who are you? Where''s my guard?" Her voice began to climb as she gazed upon him.
"Oh? So now you remember!"
"Who are you? Where is my guard! Who are you? Where is my guard? Who are you? Where is my guard?!"
She kept screaming, almost like a broken doll.
"[Command: Silence]."
That very instant, Scy stopped talking, almost as if she was never shouting to begin with.
"Perfect."
Her pained expression made it obvious that she had a lot more to say, but that didn''t seem to concern the man in the mask at all.
"Don''t worry about all of it. None of that matters now…"
Scy didn''t understand what he meant by that, but it didn''t seem like he had any intentions to exin any further.
"You know… I''ve only known you for a rtively short while—though those false memories told you otherwise—but you''ve always disgusted me."
Scy''s shock didn''t vanish. It only intensified upon hearing that.
"Your twisted habits and questionable tastes… I don''t understand how people who are so weak and pathetic end up being so cruel." He drew closer to her, the nkness of his mask adding a sense of dread to thedy''s mind.
"Ruthless, yet weak. It''s ipatible, I''d say."
The man in the white mask took another step closer, and this time Scy nearly jumped out of her skin.
She was frightened beyond words.
Her muffled voice pleaded for mercy, and the tears in her eyes flowed even more.
''Anything… I''ll do anything!'' Her face screamed as she watched him advance even closer.
Of course, the man in the mask ignored this altogether.
In fact, he seemed to be chuckling.
Suddenly, the chuckles stopped, and the guard seemed to look behind Scy for some reason.
He was staring at something; she could tell.
"It''s finally the time I''ve been waiting for. Looks like there''s no need to dy any longer."
Scy didn''t know what he meant by that. She did her utmost to move her body, and much to her surprise… it moved!
Her head turned behind to see a man standing in front of a closing portal.
''Eeeeeek!''
It was the man in the ck mask—the Reaper himself!
"Farewell." With thosest words echoing in her mind, Scy felt her head being separated from her body.
Everything went nk nearly instantly.
Thest ounces of her tears floated in the air with her blood as the violet colors of her eyes dulled.
Just like that… she, who had nned everything from the start, ended up suffering such a humiliating and thorough defeat.
Where did she go wrong?
She knew it already! The nexus point that kickstarted her entire undertaking.
''H-he did this…!''
Scy had always been somewhat dissatisfied with her position in the ve Union. As an ambitious human, she constantly desired more.
However, she never acted on this desire.
Not only was she too weak, but her resources wouldn''t allow her to swallow the others in the same trade as her.
Besides, if she ended up failing, or if the other factions ganged up on her, she would bepletely done for.
As a result of these factors, Scy never made any real moves.
Not even after the capture of Evals Redart and the deaths of the Councilors who truly ruled the Underworld.
But… all of that changed when she got power.
She suddenly obtained more resources and an invincible guard. She was confident in her ability to win, and she acted on it.
As a result, she was able to pull everyone she wanted as an ally to her side and get rid of her enemies.
None of this… none of it was her fault.
''I never wanted all of this!''
It was toote, though. Her cries could be heard by no one at this point.
Scy only screamed at the abyss as it called for her.
And she had no choice but to answer.
*******
Silence.
Pure silence pervaded the world of white and red that the two masked parties upied.
They stared at each other in quiet observation.
However, before this entire confrontation went any further without a single word being spoken, the man in the white mask spoke out.
"It''s understandable if you''re confused about what just happened."
"There''s no need for you to exin." The one in the ck mask—
Rey—responded.
He stared at the corpse at his opponent''s feet, before trailing his gaze back to the white mask.
"I know this is the sort of thing you would resort to…" With narrowed eyes and creased brows, Rey spat out his name.
"… Adrien Chase."
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[A/N]
Thanks for reading!
I hope you enjoyed the chapter.
Yeah. I knew you all saw thising. I made it obvious for a reason.
… I think.