"I have been waiting for this moment for thousands of years."
His tone was calm, almost relaxed.
As if all of this had been inevitable.
Then—his smile widened.
"Do you think I would be that careless?"
Max's body trembled, his strength leaving him.
But he heard everything.
"Do you think I wouldn't be prepared for a situation like this?"
His violet eyes gleamed, filled with certainty—unshakable and absolute.
"Do you think I spent a thousand years doing nothing?"
Max felt a deep chill crawl up his fading soul.
Because this wasn't just a man desperate to survive.
This was a man who had planned for every possible outcome.
"No."
His voice dropped into a whisper, yet it carried the weight of ages.
"I have been biding my time."
"Thinking of every possible thing that could go wrong in this final, decisive moment."
His gaze locked onto Max, cold and triumphant.
"I have prepared for everything."
He took a slow step forward.
"Just for this moment alone—"
