On the eve of Beria's blackening, I stood in front of Regedo as his only direct disciple. The silver fingertips touched his chest lightly: "Master said, you will fall into darkness tonight." He sneered: "How dare you want to stop me?" "No," the silver light on my fingertips burst out, tearing apart half of his dark armor, "I'm here to tell you -" "Even if you become the Lord of Darkness, I can beat you back to your original form at any time."
