Falcoln stared at them coldly. Both of his hands tightly gripped the shaft of Azul's spear, trying to pull it out of his chest. But no matter how hard he struggled, Azul didn't move even a little.
The fish beastman pushed the spear deeper into Falcoln's chest, making the eagle let out an ear-piercing scream.
"Like I said, stay there," Azul repeated once again. This time, his voice truly sounded cold, without even the slightest trace of warmth in it.
Roxanna stared at Falcoln with dark eyes as well. Honestly, she didn't even want to look at him for too long because for some reason, just seeing him made her stomach twist in disgust.
"Stop all of this mess," Roxanna said with a sharp gaze. She wasn't someone who was naturally good at glaring at people or acting cruel, but right now, she tried her best.
"You're not in a position to negotiate," she continued. "So if you still want to stay alive, stop all of this."
Instead of looking scared, Falcoln suddenly laughed at her.
