In a place far, far away from the planet Azure, where Jeremy currently was...
"Those two still haven't reported back? This is absurd. How can they be wasting so much time in such a weak world?"
A massive figure slammed his fists onto the black table in front of him. He was angry—he hated waiting.
"Calm down, Preturl. You know how Bevrel is. He's probably just having fun slaughtering the humans."
The voice that replied was calm, as if the delay wasn't a problem at all. And in truth, it wasn't. For beings of their level, time had long since lost its meaning. Still, there were always those impulsive types who wanted everything now.
"I don't care what that brat is doing. He should have at least returned to report the situation." The massive man with fire-red skin and furrowed brows growled. "And that other one, Aliken—what's he doing? Playing games?"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
