"It's been a very long time, Van."
"...Harvey."
Any noise that persisted inside the tavern seemed to stop as Van stood up from his seat, walking to the edge of the gigantic table where his regular-sized table was placed. Van then looked the golden-haired man straight in the eyes, and after a few seconds, he let out a short but deep sigh... and without even any warning, he disappeared from his spot-- splitting the gigantic table he was standing on in half.
Another thunderous explosion reverberated throughout the entire tavern as Van appeared right in front of Harvey, his fist only a few inches away from making contact with his face. And based on Harvey's slightly shocked expression, If it wasn't for Gerald grabbing his wrist, then he would have definitely already smashed his head in.
