A few months ago, Davis was in his seclusion chamber most of the time, but this time, he was far away from the mansion. He sat crossed-legged in a meditative position.
He held a pill within the tip of his index finger and thumb finger. It was a colorless pill with a starry ring at the center. If it weren't for this starry ring, it would seem quite trivial and lack the luster a grand pill would have. This ring seemed to swirl like a wobbly thread, giving the pill a mystical aura, which Davis knew was suppressing the terrifying energy that was buried within it.
"Hmm… the Chaos-Destruction Pill seems suicide-inducing enough…"
He took a good look at it and commented with a wry voice.
Eventually, he heaved a sigh and took a deep breath. He didn't know how many times he had taken it out only to put it back in again. Now, he was finally prepared mentally or felt like he was prepared.
