"YOU GOT here faster than expected, Brother. You're really sharp, huh?"
"Ew. You're disgusting," Trevor commented after Dilan Crowell called him 'brother' despite his earlier warning not to do that. "Snap out of your delusion, dude. Even if you carry the same DNA as my biological father, I will never acknowledge you as my brother."
He found the sorcerer bastard on top of the Clock Tower in the plaza.
The plaza for the nobles, to be precise.
He could tell that Dilan Crowell just finished a huge and powerful spell all over the Royal Capital.
Trevor wasn't bothered, though.
"That's too bad," Dilan Crowell said in an obviously disinterested voice. "I would have been a good brother to you."
"Bullshit."
Dilan Crowell just shrugged. "You're late, Brother. Even if you kill me now, you can no longer stop the spell that I activated a moment ago."
"What spell did you activate this time?"
