"WHAT??? Are you kidding me right now?" On an island far away, a certain little kid was beyond himself.
"Weaklings! Weaklings! Weaklings!" He spat out in anger as he walked back and forth, rage welling up inside him. Everything he had planned was crumbling right in front of him, and there was nothing he could do.
"No. I cannot give that up. I need that at all costs!" His face contorted in various angles.
"Tch!" In a fit of rage, he bit his index finger, and bright crimson blood started flowing out. Seeing this, all the demons standing around him started trembling.
"Sir Elmis…"
"Master Elmis…"
However, the little kid did not pay attention to any of them.
Blood continued to drip out of his finger without stopping, but weirdly it did not drop on the ground. Instead, it formed a swirling mass of miasma that floated mid-air.
The next second, the kid mumbled something, and this miasma vanished into thin air with a poof!
