Mundo's mood was a tempest in a teapot, brooding and turbulent. His frustration wasn't just because his meticulously laid plans kept shifting, but because the man in front of him, Vic, had a torrent of words that just wouldn't stop gushing out.
It was just too much.
"In all honesty," Vic started again, his tone laced with an undercurrent of arrogance.
"You can't escape an S-class monster, regardless of whatever ace you've got up your sleeve. Their rules are as persistent as a dragon who's lost its treasure. Each piece of a dragon's treasure is stamped with its mark; if it targets you, there's no chance of slipping away."
His voice was like a chisel, chipping away at Mundo's patience.
"You're finished. Compared to you, those Wild Divers who fled seem smarter. At least they know what they want - survival."
