"What!?"
A loud shout cut through the surroundings.
"You want me to pay for your mess?! This is bullshit! I don't have the money! No, more importantly… What in the world did you do to reduce your room into this mess?!"
Coming up into Lazarus's room to check up on him, the last thing An'as expected was the sight that greeted him. What could he even call the sight that greeted him? A mess? A disaster?
It looked like a storm had come.
There was practically nothing left of the room. The windows were shattered, all sorts of splinters of wood littered the floor, presumably pieces of what once used to be the furniture and the floor. The walls were dented, and the bed… Where the hell was the bed?
Glaring at Lazarus, who was tracing his finger across the wall with a stoic expression, An'as felt like beating him up.
Of course, he stopped himself when he recalled just how powerful Lazarus was.
"Oh wow…"
