The moment Kailen clapped his hands, extreme pain assaulted every fibre of their beings.
"About time."
Kailen had spread a colorless, gaseous, and odorless poison directed toward them into the atmosphere. The moment he encountered them was the moment he had initiated the process. From the time of Swarmy's shock at how Kailen had found out about them, to the moment they started discussing how to put an end to him—their fates had already been sealed.
And Kailen had been privy to every conversation they had. He understood everything they attempted to drive at. The minuscule facial expressions, the twitch of muscles, the slightest eye movements—they were all enough to reveal their trains of thought, courtesy of emotional resonance.
But he was calm.
He found their reasonings funny.
