In the dark chamber at this moment, the damp atmosphere mingled with the chilling cold of the enclosed space.
In the quiet environment, only the shallow breaths rose and fell.
In the corner, a man sat there dejectedly, his head slightly bowed, making it impossible to discern his facial expression.
At this moment, sounds came from the doorway, prompting the man to raise his head. When he saw the person walking in, a look of hatred appeared on his face.
This was Oliver Battleson.
But now, he looked emaciated, his demeanor extremely haggard.
"I shouldn't have sent you to Cethuira back then! You bastard."
And the one responsible for Oliver's current state was none other than Leon Battleson who had walked in.
Faced with Oliver's cold and vicious roar, Leon merely raised the corner of his mouth indifferently, then he walked up to Oliver, without saying a word, directly lifted his foot and kicked his shoulder.
