"Louis, are you okay?"
Dyan hurried over and looked Louis over from head to toe. Only after confirming that he wasn't injured anywhere did he finally let out a breath of relief. Right after that, his eyes sparkled as he pointed toward the door. "Louis, look! I just used my Talent. I just burned them!"
Louis looked toward the zombies crawling and writhing outside the door, like a swarm of demons clawing their way out of hell, and nodded. Who would have thought that when he turned back, he would be met with Dyan's expectant gaze. He gave a faint smile, raised his hand, and patted Dyan on the head. "You did great."
Dyan rubbed his nose. "It's nothing special. My flames still don't have that much killing power, but one day I'll use them to blow those zombies to pieces!"
Louis nodded. "You will."
Although Louis's tone didn't rise or fall in the slightest, Dyan felt immensely encouraged. After all, no one had ever praised him before, and no one had ever told him that he would succeed.
