Whiteshade kept talking. On and on. But Malakai said nothing. Not a word. He just stood there, observing.
He wasn't shocked by how things had played out. Not one bit.
This… was exactly what he wanted.
Despite already having enough money to repair the base, Malakai had kept pushing. Had bet everything, even his life, for a cane.
But it had never been about the cane. It was never about the money either.
'It worked well enough.'
He had stepped on Whiteshade's pride, riled him up just enough to end up here… in the dead of the night. Facing him along with two Synergy-stage evolvers at his side, giving him the illusion of security.
But the truth was simple, Whiteshade's life had never been secure. Not since the moment he decided to go after Malakai.
Whiteshade's words eventually slowed, then stopped. He looked at Malakai, still standing there with those cold eyes.
He didn't like those eyes.
"Bring him to his knees," he ordered, and at that same moment, Malakai finally spoke.
