"It's too exaggerated, even for a newborn. His thirst for blood is too intense, almost like a savage, uncivilized beast."
Atop the abandoned watchtower, Yannick calmly looked down as if watching a stage play from the front row seats.
By contrast, Thales had to hold up a telescope and rely on the augmentation of both the telescope and Sin of the Prison River, plus the occasional bursts of fireworks in the night sky, to barely make out the battle situation ahead:
Losang II roared incessantly, appearing maddened as he chased Kathryn onto the rooftops, only to be tripped by a suddenly rising net and disappear into the alleyway.
"A newborn, huh."
Thales sneered contemptuously:
Your newborn looks like this?
