"Dark power, huh? The Runner Brotherhood does live up to its reputation for its mixed bag of tricks!"
Silas Davidson paused for a moment before saying:
"Nevermind, it doesn't matter how mixed up it is. You can all attack at once so we can finish up sooner—I still need some time for my evening coffee!"
His words were ridiculously arrogant, but his tone was calm, devoid of any hint of provocation!
Perhaps, in his view, this was just as natural as eating and drinking!
"Your opponent is not us!"
Ninth Finger shook his head, his gaze set on the thunderbolts gathering in the sky above. With his right hand placed over his heart, he leaned forward slightly and slowly began to speak:
"You're one of the leading actors in this grand drama, too!"
"What!?"
