The atmosphere was tense and silent.
Hajin gazed at both of them from his sunglasses. He gave off a solemn vibe, intrinsically different from his usual actions.
Ragna lowered his head and did not reply. However, upon a closer look, one could see his body slightly trembling from rage.
Being disturbed from a great battle, Ragna was without a doubt thoroughly enraged. That was the simplest description of his emotions right now.
Ragna retracted his shaking fist. He raised his head, bluish and purplish veins protruding on his face from infallible anger. He turned around and slowly approached towards Hajin.
Thump… thump…
Menacing, that was the air he gave off.
It seemed like even the wind agreed as with each step he took the wind stilled, silent as though afraid.
