For several long seconds, Prince Tristin simply stared at Ezra.
The forest had grown strangely quiet after Desmond lowered his weapon.
Broken trees leaned against one another, shattered rocks littered the ground, and leaves continued drifting through the air from the violent battle that had just ended. Even the wind seemed slower now, carrying the faint smell of burnt gunpowder and disturbed soil across the battlefield.
Ezra stood motionless with the Kel-Tec PMR-30 still aimed at Desmond.
His expression remained as dull as ever.
There wasn't the slightest intention of lowering his weapon.
Seeing that unwavering gaze...
A smile slowly crept onto Tristin's face.
It started as a faint curl at the corner of his lips before quickly growing wider.
Then...
"Hahahaha..."
His laughter echoed throughout the quiet forest.
He pointed at Ezra as though he had just witnessed something amusing.
"Would you look at this guy."
Basil immediately joined in.
"Hahaha!"
