James' voice halted and a loud metallic sound reverberated from the screen. It was evident he picked up his weapon.
Kyle breathed out as the voices grew further and further with each passing second. In the end, they vanished without a trace. There was silence in the room as the bright screen dimmed and lost its luster. Finally, it scattered around him and vanished.
He massaged his temples with a grim expression.
"Why does it feel like I stumbled upon something that was meant to be kept hidden?"
Kyle grabbed his knee and unconsciously gazed at the countless weapons around him.
"Now the question is, did they win or did they lose the battle?"
"Who is this Azazeal... and the Shadow General they were talking about?"
His head throbbed with a powerful headache, triggered by the countless unanswered questions in his mind.
