If someone had been able to see Brian's face clearly, they would have understood instantly that something was wrong.
It was a mess of emotions, layered and tangled. Fear. Confusion. Panic. Even disbelief.
Not a single trace of anything positive.
But why was Brian like this?
The reason was simple.
Through the method of the figure clad in grey, Brian could see what the grey figure saw from afar. It was not perfect, but it was enough.
And what Brian saw at first almost made him lose himself to joy.
A powerful existence wrapped in grey.
Two terrifying Rank Four beings by his side.
And Michael just happened to be nearby.
For a brief moment, Brian's heart nearly burst with satisfaction.
Finally.
He was finally going to see Michael erased from this world.
It was a shame he would not get to do it with his own hands, but Brian was not bothered by such details. Pride did not matter. Only the result mattered.
