For several long years, Lythero thought of little else but revenge on Duke Diamoro.
There might've been multiple points until now where his mind stopped thinking of ripping the head off of the old bastard of noble status, the initial passions of revenge getting cooled in the process, but he still held on to that hatred.
Not even someone as lovely as Kidanna or supportive as Zhen Liu was able to fully convince Lythero to let go of his hate.
Perhaps the only thing that might wash away this feeling of hate would be the blood of Duke Diamoro himself.
And by the flames of the Divine Phoenix Goddess, he was going to get that blood.
Despite his initial charge of using Master Razorback's [Unrelenting Piercer] having failed to rip through Duke Diamoro's stomach, he had still managed to get himself close enough that he could follow up with another attack.
