The sir was shouting wildly, his restrained arms pulled by the two people behind him, almost rushing to Shard's face. And the words used by the "Evil Fiend of the Outer Realm" were not from this era; it was a language so ancient that Shard had to think for a moment to translate it.
Shard frowned slightly, holding the cat that had been awakened. The sleepy-eyed cat looked at the madman, its amber eyes full of curiosity. It crawled out of Shard's arms, jumped onto the coffee table, but for now, no one cared what the cat wanted to do.
And after cursing Shard, the mad sir roared at everyone again:
"You don't understand, none of you understand! It's coming, this really is the last chance!"
His eyeballs in the sockets spun so rapidly as if they would fly out; Shard had never known a person's eyes could perform this trick:
