The call had ended, just like that.
Max hadn't given Chrono a single second more. He didn't ask for an explanation. He didn't ask why Chrono had done it. He didn't wait around for some half-hearted apology.
Because, as he had told Wolf, the decision had already been made.
There was no room left for questions. No space for second thoughts. It was done.
On the other end of the call, Chrono sat frozen, staring at the now-blank screen. After hearing everything Max had said, without even getting the chance to speak back, he found himself at a complete loss.
Then the fury came rushing in.
"Even after everything that's happened to that damn kid, he still dares to threaten me?!" Chrono roared, slamming both fists into the desk hard enough to rattle everything on top of it.
Na had been right.
Max was someone he should have dealt with long ago. He wasn't a pawn. He wasn't someone who could be kept on a leash or pulled into line. He was a force, one that couldn't be tamed.
