"Me? I still have value," Second Seat said, "You know that, and besides... you forced me to do this."
The Decay Plague had already enveloped the surroundings of the Stone Hall, rapidly corroding the rocks as if they had undergone centuries of weathering. Soon, these deadly mists would seep into the center of the Stone Hall, already encircling the few people like a tide.
"Oh? Then let him pour his rage onto me."
Mammon halted and kept a safe distance from Bologue, completely unfazed by Second Seat's threats.
In the circles of Devils, competition was inherent. Mammon would not miss this chance to emerge victorious amidst the discord. He had been lurking for too long for this opportunity.
Since discovering the oddities of the Secret War, he had struck a deal with the Order Bureau. After helping them win the Secret War, he seized complete control of the Wandering Crossroads, transforming into a toxic ulcer growing within this deep Sea of Mist.
