Trumbo’s contempt grew even stronger when he saw Kieran and Mr. Big running away from him. He was not surprised though.
From his point of view, it was the right choice for them.
"Rock, my friend, it’s just the two of us now! Time to settle the old debts!"
Trumbo raised both his hands as he spoke.
All the fire in a 10-meter radius gathered and fermented above his hands like a summoned pet.
In the blink of an eye, a two-meter wide fireball was created above Trumbo’s head. Its burning temperature cooled down a little, but the turning, spinning fireball was flickering as if something scary was brewing inside it, waiting to break out of its shell.
"Rock, my old friend! I’ve been preparing this feast for you for a long time! It might crush you to bits, but try not to disappoint me!"
Trumbo’s face twisted in an evil way as he spoke. The kind, gentle aura that had surrounded him earlier had disappeared completely. His true face was a vicious, evil one that suited him very well.
