Madman.
The Last Bishop's pupils contracted slightly, for He had never seen a creature pierced by the Chaotic Spear who could still walk like An Su; but what could the young man in front of him do? He could do nothing. Both his soul and his body were bound; he was incapable of accomplishing anything.
Nor could he kill anyone,
—except himself.
Perhaps detesting that his own body had become an encumbrance, An Su drew a Cang Lan-colored blade, the hue dazzlingly vivid between crimson and radiance. That drop of Cang Lan was once a teardrop from the origin's eye; An Su gently gripped that teardrop of Cang Lan, letting it caress his own neck!
"I need not your coronation."
"You were never the Bishop of Chaos, I am."
Countless spikes simultaneously pierced through An Su's Magic Circuits, binding them completely, but it was already too late, for the Cang Lan Blade had already swept across An Su's throat.
"I am not bestowed with 'errors' by you, I am the error itself."
