The way Xanthus addressed his cold cryptic question, caused a fretful chill to shiver down his spine. Standing numb like a statue with a bare minimum distance from him, Noah forgot to breathe for a second as his voice choked, "P-Pardon?"
Xanthus's dazzling handsome face darkened with anger with a mysterious look in his glowing eyes towards him. He marched another step close keeping his stern gaze fixed on him as he declaimed, "You have been yearning for death since the day I met you, but I usually don't like to give others what they desire.
"About your wish to die, how about I grant you a fair chance to execute your mission?"
'What is this crazy punk spouting now?' Wondering about his vague response, Noah grew more puzzled as he blankly stared still at him. But before he could raise another question, in the flash of a second, Xanthus reached him closer.
