CHAPTER 75
"Ugh…" Bruce groaned inwardly as the impact with the hard earth rattled his very essence.
Inside the mind space, Ray stood beside the gaming chair with Elyon on his other side, his face contorted in a dark scowl.
"You see? And you were mocking me, claiming I was too weak to do anything. Foolish brute! The Aberrants aren't some easy threat you can just swat away," Ray shouted, his voice thick with anger.
He felt a surging impulse to actually strike Bruce.
"Will you keep quiet? You annoying human,"
Bruce clapped back, his irritation flaring. "As if you could do any better out there."
Elyon watched the two of them and simply dragged his palm across his face in a weary facepalm.
'Great. Now there are two of them,' Elyon thought. 'My ears are going to bleed for heaven knows how long.'
"... Talk about the pot calling the kettle black," Ray scoffed, tossing his head to the side. "You were calling me a weakling just moments ago. Tch!"
