"Waldo is still alive? Can't be true, right? Sword Bone and two other level four beings couldn't kill him, a mere level three trialist? No, I don't understand!"
A handsome trialist with faint blue eyes furrowed his brows, his gaze flickering, lost in thought.
He had been looking forward to Waldo's death.
Not long ago, he had mocked Waldo, claiming that his death was certain.
He even provided some information about Waldo to the three-eyed natives.
If Waldo didn't die after all this, wouldn't that be a direct slap in his face?
But that was the lesser concern.
What was most important was that he hadn't forgotten Waldo's words – if he survived, he would seek revenge at all costs.
Thinking of Waldo's terror and madness...
Cole shuddered uncontrollably:
"Waldo, that man is a madman!!!"
Cole, just a level two trialist, stood no chance against Waldo.
At that moment, he suddenly shivered again.
