When The Evil Meets The Unhinged

"Now, do you hate me?" Rowan uttered as his body reformed much faster than the last, before another set of hidden virus demolished his body again into pieces, in which he regenerated again at a much higher speed. "Are you afraid of me…?

"Say, are you able to feel culpability?"

Another tempest went by, destroying numerous places where Rowan's vital organ resided. In that instance, there were probably a lot more viruses injected inside Rowan's bodily stream, but it seemed like he didn't really see it as a threat.

"Shush," Yroa hushed, placing his finger in front of Rowan's lips before he could spew any more bullshit. At the same time, Yroa had also removed a quarter of Rowan's biomass using his Valor Tongue. There was nothing but pitch-black color in Yroa's eyes, alongside the pitch-black speech that he rolled over his tongue like a dice, "I would like you to answer mine first…

"Can you die?"