As the water from the table flowed to the floor, every drop brought a gentle tapping sound in the chilling silence, coming from the gray-haired boy who was glaring at Albert.
Both his hands were tightly clenched, nails dug into the palm as he tried to hide the black lightning that crackled under his skin.
The two of them stared at each other, the black glow in their eyes carrying almost the same determination. No, Cain could feel a slight, rather noticeable difference in the man.
Albert took back the terminal on the table. The man did not speak; he stared straight at the screen and used his finger to scroll through the data, acting as if nothing had happened.
'I don't like it!'
That's right, the difference in their determination lay in the calmness radiating from the man's gaze. Albert did not show the slightest ripple on his face. Or perhaps because he was already used to experiencing such horrible things, his feelings had become numb.
