"Long time no see, Michel. Have you come to wag your tail and beg for mercy?"
The indifferent voice asked, filled with remembrance, "I still remember your unsightly state at the society four years ago, as if whining and wailing could make you a Great Grandmaster."
On the bridge, a deathly silence suddenly reigned.
Nobody spoke. As they passed by, they subconsciously lowered the sound of their movements, treading softly to avoid the area around Michel.
A terror as cold as the polar regions was radiating from this man. Even with a blank expression, one could still feel the anger and ferocity restrained within him.
The helmet he held in his arms had already cracked.
He suddenly wondered how the man opposite him had managed to survive being so mentally fractured.
