The human boy then approached me with a faint smile on his damnable face.
'Good, come closer,' I thought as I prepared to strike the arrogant boy as soon as he came within my range.
But when he was just a step away from my reach, he stopped.
I thought he was going to say something, but he simply stared at me with that same damnable smile plastered on his face.
I waited, and waited still.
Hoping.
Praying.
Wishing that he would take one more step.
The old man who fought me was only a few meters away from the boy, so if I acted now, the chances of him escaping my sneak attack were very high.
"I see your will to kill me through your eyes," Zion said in a teasing tone. "One more step, and I'll be in your strike range. But what if I don't take that step? What will you do?"
The confidence in his voice didn't contain contempt, disdain, or ridicule.
He was merely stating a fact.
A fact that even I could understand perfectly.
Still, how did he know what I was planning to do?
