The room's walls exuded a frosty, ice-cold chill. The windows were sealed, denying access to outside peering, the interior was illuminated by a bright, flickering yellow light.
"They are Protectors, and for them, I am their guardian, but also a bunch of miserable wretches constantly fighting against the danger of being eliminated," Dunn's words echoed slowly, breaking the silence.
"Are you very disappointed that I'm not what you imagine me to be?" Dunn shook his head and smiled wryly when he saw Ryan remain quiet.
He had sent everyone out so he could have a talk with the famous grandson of the man who created this chaos.
He didn't consider for one moment the possibility of a man like the seer being unaware of what he was funding.
'How much is he aware of? Is he in any way involved in the Seer's business?' Those thoughts plagued Dunn's mind.
