Between the two sides, only one deserved to win, only one had to win.
In the enmities of two lifetimes, there was only one conclusion.
Their gazes stared at each other, distinct and different from the other other. One held an emotionless yet indescribable depth, while the other was confused but menacing at the same time.
The Marquis furrowed his brow and was about to get up from the ground, but he could only groan as Spade's foot put him in place. Instantly, his eyes became filled with anger, not accepting the humiliation Spade's action gave him.
"What do you mean by that?" The Marquis asked, confused by Spade's words. Even though the madness and insanity were still evident in his eyes, he was rational enough to have a conversation with Spade.
