It had been a few minutes since Calvin entered the boundary of the veil and the Sabbath had already appeared.
Their growls full of hatred resounded in the distance, shaking the heart of Ricardo who couldn't help but tremble upon remembering the earth-shattering might of the Sabbath.
"Are you afraid?" Heisenberg asked. There was this mocking smile on his face as he made a sidelong glance at Ricardo.
"You're thinking that I'm afraid? Shitty old man?"
Ricardo coldly laughed, "Of course, I am! Who in this world aren't afraid of death? No matter how experienced anyone becomes, it's impossible for them to become completely numb of fear unless they abandoned their seven emotions and six desires and became one of those bald-headed monks or maybe even a demon."
Heisenberg stared at Ricardo in a new light.
"I didn't expect you to be so eloquent."
