From the flickering blood light, Maxen emerged, carrying his blood-red flail, strolling leisurely. Joseph's timely commentary painted a perfect picture, leaving an indelible impression on everyone present.
This scene seemed etched into their souls, unforgettable for each person there.
However, Kaelum was puzzled.
Why had his nephew suddenly turned into a commentator?
This didn't seem right!
Was something wrong?
Joseph stepped forward to greet Maxen.
With his back to the others, his right hand in front, Joseph lowered his voice, "I said everything you wanted me to say! Enough already! Using blood energy to aggravate my injuries is a bit too much, don't you think?"
Earlier, when Joseph had spat blood in front of everyone, it wasn't due to his own condition.
Someone had been messing with him from behind!
That someone had coerced Joseph into saying a few flattering words.
