Hearing the announcement, Raze knew who was going to come on stage; it was one of the five Grand Magus. One of the group that chased him down to the ends of Alterian. They never let him rest for a moment.
He was unable to take a day's rest or sleep peacefully because he knew that these people were always on his back, always after him. Even when he lost everything, when they had torn him down, they continued to chase him.
How many times had he sworn, sworn that he would get revenge on each of the Grand Magus, to allow them to experience a fraction of the fear and hatred that he had suffered that day?
"Now is not the time," Raze told himself with a tensed fist. "If he spots me now, then he might very well know that something is up. He might be able to tell that my body is not a real body. I've been able to get away with it so far, but if it's him..."
