Inside a room in Block B, the light was extremely faint.
The space here was so cold it resembled a corpse storage cellar.
The black window curtains had been drawn shut long ago, leaving the room with only the faint blue light emitted from the monitoring screen mounted on the wall. That light shone upon Amed's face, making his pallid skin appear even more gloomy, like a corpse that had just been dragged out of the water.
His eyes stared intently at the screen.
Not blinking once.
In those pitch-black pupils, there was no calmness or alertness of an observer.
Only greed.
Greed so intense it seemed about to overflow.
On the screen, the Ice Wolf General was riding the ice Wolf, clinging to the layer of ice covering the apartment complex, continuously dodging volleys of fire from the Archer Ballista and the Bouncing Ball Launcher, while at the same time using her sword to slash apart spider silk being shot from all directions.
Amed stared intently at her.
