Marlon was not expecting that the time of the mission had been shortened for his third trial, and as a result, when he saw the tiny amount of time left, his body stiffened and his face froze with shock.
Orlando did not miss the sudden change in his son's expression. He panicked.
"Marlon? What's wrong?" he asked quickly.
Thankfully, his voice seemed to reach Marlon, whose eyes slowly tilted in his direction. But the emotions inside them were something Orlando could not comprehend.
Before he could ask what was happening, Marlon's mouth parted slightly and he muttered in a chilly tone,
"It is too late."
"What do you mean?"
Orlando stood up with a worried frown on his face.
"You don't look okay. Tell me what is happening," he continued, but Marlon still didn't respond.
Marlon sat on the chair, staring at empty mid-air with an expression that gradually shifted from shock to anger.
