After a brief suffocating silence of a few minutes after the door was closed, finally Xanthus let go of his arm and turned around towards him. Under the mild sun rays glistening in the room through a half-opened glass window, his dazzling handsome face appeared exceptionally irked!
Moreover, his glossy golden eyes were darkened in anger, and gritting his jowls he gnawed, "Do you know…how much I despise pathetic weaklings?"
"H-Huh?" Baffled at his sudden remark, Noah gulped and unknowingly his feet staggered backward from him.
While darting a sharp glance at the closed door, his mind wondered something else, 'Damn it, he finally let go of my hand. Should I just try to run away as fast as I can? I am feeling so tired and badly beaten up, but if I try to run faster…can I escape him?'
But looking at the contemplated look on his face, Xanthus scowled his face and rumbled out at him, rolling his glare, "Do you think you can survive here being such a pathetic weakling? You think so!?"
