Raising his staff, Donus threw it at the man at a threatening speed.
The staff lodged itself in his body, tearing his heart.
But—.
Samyaza's lips still curled up in a small smile.
"It's sure is amazing."
He said, grabbing the staff, he took it out of his body without any problem.
The hole in his heart healed rapidly, closing the wound in mere seconds.
"Hm?"
Just as he started playing with the staff, it blurred before returning back into Pope Donus's hand.
"Why does a filth like you even exist?"
Donus said, his voice laced with disgust.
Despite his harsh words, Samyaza just smiled.
His voice echoed within the palace. "It's funny how you lesser versions see me as filth."
His body blurred in the next instant, moving across the place faster than light.
Pope Donus instinctively looked up as he felt death looming over him.
Samyaza looked at Donus's fearful eyes as he continued. "The real filth are you."
BOOM!!!
