"What do you want…?" Logan asked hoarsely, glaring up at him despite his pain.
Nathan's expression remained cold, his voice like ice.
"Everything."
A cold shiver ran down Logan's spine.
Nathan hadn't raised his voice. He hadn't threatened him. And yet… the way he spoke those words—calm, unwavering, dead serious—made the air feel heavier around them.
That gaze.
That expression.
Nathan's eyes weren't just intense; they were bottomless. It was as if he'd seen things that no ordinary human should see, as though behind those eyes was a man who had walked through fire and came out colder.
"You… you're from Earth too?" Logan asked hesitantly, needing to hear it from Nathan's lips.
It didn't make sense. Logan had known of the Hero of Darkness; Tenebria's Hero had arrived barely two years ago. In that short time, how had this man—no, this monster—become so powerful? So detached?
