His voice.
It was so gentle, so soft, filled with so much care that it was like two brothers finally reuniting with each other after countless years.
That was how the tone felt, and even for a minute, it rattled Nolan.
But the memories of Quinn that newly appeared in his head only made his heart tighten within him.
"Exactly three weeks since you dug your cold fingers into my neck and snapped it off, before kicking my legs so hard that my bones shattered, leaving me alone in that pit to rot away."
"How can you have forgotten?" Nolan said with a grin as his left hand slowly moved to the side, and then a flaming red chain appeared.
It was thick and heavy, brimming with otherworldly crimson flames that visibly heated the air around it.
CLING!
The sound of something smashing hard into something resonated as Nolan wrapped the chain around the end of his dagger.
