Silver Cassano had been filled with empty yet raging mind. He can see what he was doing: the attacks he threw, the counters he made, the horror from his opponents as he showed his power while they fight, and even the way how he surprisingly beheaded a player—Sky. But he was not sure if that was him; if that is who he was: like the other players who are lustful of blood, craving for power, finding that killing was a form of extra-ordinary kind of entertainment. He was pretty sure, however, that if that person is not him, then, still, it was a person hiding in the deepest part of him—like another kind of person, but still inside his body. Now that unusual him inside his body had fallen into slumber again when a streak of shadow passed through him. Something landed on his instinctively op

