"Do you know, I've seen a lot of interesting things." Lynch spat the saliva mixed with dirty blood onto the ground, trying his best not to look at the silhouettes coming and going. "But please understand my physical condition right now, it seems only after you quietly lie in the grave can I have enough time to slowly chat with you."
"You don't need to be stubborn anymore, Lynch, it won't help you at all." The Magic God took a few deep breaths, walking to the mage before him. Looking at the frail Lynch, he slowly savored the joy of his victory. "The protective magic on you has disappeared, even your spiritual power is nearly depleted. I really can't see any resources you have left to use."
