Rolan's words left the atmosphere with a damp, heavy feeling.
His body language and firm expression revealed his seriousness. Ceaser was at a loss for words, unable to grasp Rolan's overall intentions.
Kill Cole Raden?
Though it was a popular goal among all supernatural beings and Indulgers, it made no sense to chase such a goal with an aura of immense disdain. Out of everyone, Snider was especially puzzled, hanging between disbelief and suspicion.
'Is this really Cole Raden?'
Rolan pointed towards the ruins and wore a bitter scowl. "Be grateful this was the worst that happened. If I were desperate enough, I'd burn down the entire Western Nickel side." His words were laced with an intimidating presence.
Rolan shrugged them off and stomped across the snow with an angry gait. He passed Ceaser's side; for a brief moment, they exchanged menacing glares before ignoring each other. Rolan continued to stomp into the distance, not a single word or comment escaping his lips.
