Xaloc looked around at the messed up restaurant before he strode to a seat that had not yet been destroyed and sat down.
He bent down for a few seconds. His eyes were filled with complex emotions. There was coldness, hatred and confusion. That just now was not him, not usually him.
The beasts that were able to survive in the Depths of the Gloom were the most terrifying beasts that only appeared in books or stories. Battling them allowed Xaloc to precisely hone his skills. He could control every moment in the entire battle situation and be able to destroy his enemies with the swiftest speed possible and achieve this in a way that saved the most of his Aether and physical strength.
And yet when Xaloc had been fighting with the man, Gabe just now, he did not fight him head-on. It was as if he had turned into a cat that was playing with a particularly interesting mouse.
