Translator: Aran

  His words had suddenly finished.

  There was a series of sinister and strange laugher that suddenly sounded in the endless darkness, reverberating all around. It was as if there was a vicious ghost: "Tut tut, [War God], you are already a fish on a chopping board, a turtle in a jar. There's only death waiting for you. And you still have the energy to care about the life and death of others. Why don't you think about your own death instead."

  As these words..