Kamille's expression hardened significantly, his sharp glare bore on Epsilon alone, and the oppressive nature it held made Epsilon's facial muscles twitch.
Epsilon forced himself to maintain his expression no matter how difficult it was. Kamille could not care less about his circumstance, and his body flickered before appearing in front of Epsilon.
Epsilon had yet to even blink or process what happened when his neck was grabbed and purposely strangled. His eyes widened, and he could only cough at the force.
Kamille seemed to only leisurely strangle Epsilon, but he was the only one who knew how much he restrained himself not to break the neck he was holding. His self-control was being tested to the limit.
"Where is Rise?" Kamille asked in a calm tone, yet his crimson pupils showed the agitation and urgency in the dark shade of it.
