Frey still remembered that day with blinding clarity.
His feelings might have cooled, but he truly wanted to kill Simon ..to settle that debt.
Yet no matter how deep he cut, no matter how many puppets he felled, he found no trace of him.
Then, when he'd begun to think there would be no clue at all ..
Frey heard a voice he never expected to hear.
It rolled over the battlefield ..the buzz of loudspeakers.
Amid the fire and wreckage, scattered puppets appeared, each carrying a speaker ..the very kind Frey had seen in the puppet city long ago.
And through them, that cursed voice returned.
"Ah… is this thing on? Check, check."
War and ruin. Fire and blood. While countless fought for their lives ..
that man's grating voice came from everywhere.
"I see you're all fighting quite fiercely to stay alive, so I won't take too much of your time—kikikiki." Simon chuckled, light and mocking.
Frey's expression tightened at the sound of him.
