"A powerhouse we won't be able to control," Arto concluded Sitra's report before rubbing his chin. "Do we know what he wants? How long will it take for him to become too strong for us to deal with him? How many men can he mobilize if we end up fighting?" He asked several questions, clearly not intent on giving up this insane opportunity because someone already claimed it.
"Sir..." Sitra muttered, looking at the man with surprise. Her eyes wandered to standing near the rubble that used to be the doors to the place.
But rather than encouraging the girl to change the general line of thinking, Castor only shook his head before lowering his eyes.
