The night was quiet again, but Vell was a storm of fury. He was on his feet in an instant, the ground beneath him cracking under the pressure of his barely-contained rage. He'd let it get away—someone, or something, that knew everything, that held the answers to why his life had been ripped apart. The thought ate at him, a raw, burning anger.
[Master—]
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he roared, spinning to face the empty air where the system's voice echoed in his head. "YOU! YOU ALSO KNOW SOMETHING, I JUST KNOW IT! WHO SENT YOU TO ME? WHAT IS YOUR REAL GOAL IN ALL OF THIS?"
[…I can't say anything because you told—]
"THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP TALKING TO ME!"
[Yes… master.]
Wren, who had been hiding during the whole ordeal, scurried over and rubbed herself against his leg, trying to calm him down. But it was no use. His mind was a chaotic mess, spiraling further and further until he reached his breaking point.
"FUUUUUUCK!!!!!"
