"Lord, are you really planning to set up an array?" Timothy Daiziel asked cautiously, his voice trembling slightly, clearly worried about this decision, "I have a feeling this array isn't simple, and there are many dangers involved. Perhaps you should ponder it further, consider it more deeply!"
Instinctively, he wanted to persuade Logan to abandon this perilous thought, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted it. Logan's gaze had suddenly become piercingly sharp, as if it could penetrate one's soul, exerting an unprecedented pressure on him.
"Hm?" Logan hummed softly, though low in volume, it thundered in Timothy Daiziel's ears. His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a trace of displeasure, "Are you questioning my decision?"
Timothy Daiziel shuddered, quickly bowing his head, not daring to meet Logan's eyes. "No... not at all, Lord, I'm just concerned..." he stammered, his voice so faint it was almost inaudible.
