Nicol was panting hard after letting out all his emotions in that single roar. He never thought that the composure that he's been holding onto would crumble once again. And it was all because of the person who contributed most to his present character.
The Moon Elf Lord is right; everything will come full circle when the right timing arrives.
Nicol's chest is rising and falling at a quick pace. Tiredness or hatred, the head priest could not put a name to what he was feeling right now. All he knew was that he felt bold.
His mind is racing. He swears that this is probably the only time that Nicol has felt that he could think quickly and still be confident he wouldn't be wrong at all.
"Haah!" Nicol was supposed to sigh when his breathing messed up, giving him a coughing fit.
