In the darkness, the intent to kill lurked.
Medanzo stood up and patted the sand off his butt, once again revealing a nonchalant smile: "I know, you old geezer have been nagging all this time with no good intentions. Although your Kingdom is not liberated, it has already enveloped these ruins... I said it's not even seven o'clock, yet it's gotten dark so quickly."
He hoisted his umbrella again, lamenting, "The great catastrophe, the doomsday, it's been a long time."
This is Constantine's Fate Principle.
Heavenly Phenomenon Darkness.
"You shouldn't let my Kingdom overshadow this place."
Constantine turned around, his pupils turning as black as ink, yet faintly flickering with the brilliance of the sun: "Common sense, the one whose Kingdom prevails has their power augmented even stronger."
Medanzo shrugged: "Suit yourself."
In a fleeting moment, he had disappeared from the beach.
Leaving behind a series of footprints.
