As if impressed by their silence, Cyfrin went on.
"Primo, I want to congratulate you all for attaining the 910th year of your creation. It's —"
Astor chirped in.
"We do not care how long we've lived, dear uncle. Just fuck the hell off." He sarcastically scoffed.
Why was Cargan not in support of that? He felt irritated that his brother had cut in when it was obvious this person was about to reveal some shocking disclosures to them.
Cyfrin glanced at Astor and gave him a cynical grin. "You are right. I don't care too. Now, if I may continue?" he asked the question in a seemingly commanding tone.
"Just go on and spit whatever it is. Standing on the grounds of heaven is sickening." Fionn commented.
It seemed to Cargan that his last brother's hatred for heaven was bigger than his own.
Than anyone of them.
Cyfrin continued, maintaining his calm demeanor. Caravan knew that wouldn't last for long.
