Cain's soft voice seemed to drop the temperature around them to below freezing. The crimson-haired senior swept his gaze over Cain, then placed a hand on his chin, deep in thought.
He kept his smile plastered on his face, wanting to give a good impression to the young man who didn't participate in the spar, unlike the other four who tried to accommodate their juniors.
The boy peeked at his side, seeing General Dosh furrow his brows in confusion before shifting his attention back.
After several seconds in silence, the red-haired boy glanced at the middle of the arena. Then he saw another pair of people entering the stage, which made him shake his head.
"Sadly, I can't accept your invitation. I came here only as an observer. If you want to test your strength, you can ask one of my subordinates."
Cain retracted his smile, showing off a flat expression devoid of life. His black eyes were void of light, empty. It was reflecting the man before him like dark glass.
