'It's as if he views everything to be a game—a source of amusement for him.'
Ikerth was sure that for Jamie, destroying the centuries of hard work that he had invested into this planet was all just a way for the Hybrid to pass time.
It was all just entertainment for him.
And that annoyed Ikerth even more.
The man remained on his throne, gazing at the two in silence as he thought about how he had not sensed them until they were right outside the hall.
Anyone with his level of perception would be shocked that they were able to slip right under his nose, but Ikerth wasn't.
He knew these two well enough to expect the unexpected when dealing with them.
How could he not, after all, he had spent over 300,000 years feuding with one of them?
That was a bit more than three-fourths of his life so far. A very time, even for Race Kings like him.
But Ikerth had not let go of his anger, he could not.
