"I've been patient with you so far, but you've repeatedly taken advantage of that as a license to act out. Since that's the case, go to hell!"
To show off his strength, Halvor intentionally made a comment before his energy burst out, tightly wrapping around the black whip.
The whip suddenly shattered, going from a single strand to breaking into countless pieces in the blink of an eye. Then, it transformed into a cloud of black smoke and dissipated.
His plan was to use his avatar at this point of the fight to cause Grant to despair or to turn and flee. If that happened, taking him down afterward would elevate his prestige to the highest level.
However, Grant didn't run away. Instead, his energy churned even more thickly as he snapped, "You uneducated and petty scoundrel, do you think you can bark in my presence? In Darsia, I am one of the ghost kings of the Underworld..."
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