Adam's gaze stayed locked on the Angel of Death, its dark aura pulsing faintly in his grip, as Bob's words echoed again. Absolute authority. No resistance. No struggle. Just submission.
The difference gnawed at him more than he expected.
He exhaled slowly, jaw tightening before he finally spoke. "You make a valid point." His voice was steady, but his thoughts weren't. After a brief pause, he added, "So how do I actually use it?"
Bob didn't hesitate. "As a user of death, it shouldn't be difficult," he said calmly. Then his tone shifted, almost casually. "Although the process will take time. And it requires you to die. No big deal."
Adam froze.
"…What?"
He blinked once, then frowned harder, unsure if he'd heard that right. "Are you serious right now?" he asked, suspicion creeping into his voice, but Bob didn't laugh or correct himself. There was no hint of a joke.
