Silas Summer could feel his life slipping away. At this moment, all he wished for was a safe place to nurse his injuries. However, it was evident that Logan would not grant him this opportunity. Knowing there was no escape, the look in Silas's eyes was filled with resentment. He swore that even in death, he would curse Logan to never recover.
Logan, however, had a playful smile on his face as he approached. "All of this is not my fault," he said. "Imagine, had you not come here to take advantage of the situation with your sect, but instead, had dutifully stayed within your own sect, then none of this would have happened. So, this is all your fault."
Silas couldn't retort, for he conceded that this was his own doing. He had been plotting, but before his schemes could be put into action, had he been destroyed as a mere play thing? After all, he was the Master of the Supreme Sect – it just didn't seem worthwhile at all!
