Chapter 884: 885: Less Than A Passing Thought

"Maggots, all of them lowly maggots."

His voice was calm and cold. There was an indifference in his tone that showed just how lowly he saw the entities before him.

He stood on a burning building, the flames rolling and snapping around his feet, yet they did not seem to bother him in the slightest. Fire washed over the stone beneath him, heat distorting the air, but his posture never changed.