"We are the same, Rubedo!" the Sovereign begged, spittle and blood flying from his lips. "We are humans! Trapped in this hellscape! The others... they don't understand. But we do. WE didn't ask to come to this game. It's against our will. We were forced to do it. We were forced to play gods, and that's what we all are doing! We are creators! Do not... do not delete another of your own kind. Have mercy. I will serve you. A Vassalage Contract. Anything!"
Red's expression remained hollow. He felt absolutely nothing looking at the creature begging for pity based on a shared heritage that died the moment they ascended.
"Humanity was a limitation," Red stated coldly.
He raised his splintering, scaled right hand. The 100x Violet Flame roared to life around his claws.
"I abandoned it to build something stronger."
Red drove his burning hand directly into the Glacial Sovereign's open mouth, plunging it down into his throat. The alchemical fire incinerated the vessel from the inside out.
