|¬Why are YOU here, Prisma?!¬|
Those were the second words that Conroe, the Sun Celestial who was supposed to have succumbed to the Infernal Devil King's curse uttered; a question that Evan did not have the answer for.
Prisma.
This was the second time an FCD was calling Evan by this name.
The first was Belphont, and now Conroe was doing the same.
And Evan was sure whatever reason they had, it was definitely because of his Unique Skill; Mesarthim, the Prismatic Inferno.
|¬What are you talking about, Conroe? Prisma is dead! ¬|
Faulin questioned his son and hearing his father's words, Conroe raised a brow.
|¬Dead? If he's dead then tell me, father, who am I looking at?
Put a mask on his face and he'd look exactly the same as he did that day we first met him in the Infernal Dimension, right before we had the disagreement with the 'Cultivator Lords' of Denerth Prime!