Colding, who had been staring intently at Kulad, breathed a sigh of relief. Since neither he nor Kulad had been able to retrieve the hand, there had to be a problem with it. But what could it be? Colding couldn't figure it out.
"Damn it, what the hell is going on!" Kulad cursed from where he had fallen. His bloodshot eyes revealed his struggle to accept this outcome.
"Who knows what's going on, Kulad? Weren't you just mocking me? Go on, mock me now," Colding said with a cold laugh.
Upon hearing this, Kulad's face turned grim. With a chilling glare, he said, "Colding, don't be so smug. Our priority is to figure out how to get Cain's left hand. This bickering is pointless."
Colding fell silent. Kulad was right; their primary mission was to obtain Cain's left hand. Everything else was secondary.
After a moment of thought, Colding asked flatly, "Kulad, any ideas?"
