Watson didn't say anything, just nodded to Lorenzo. She was an incorporeal existence, and the harsh environment posed no threat to her, not to mention she was already on Lorenzo's side.
Froki was silent for a few seconds, finally nodding in agreement with everything.
"Then let's get ready. This is our last time on the ship."
Lorenzo said to the others, and the meeting ended calmly like this.
Froki stood up and brushed past Bola in the wheelchair. Then he stopped, turned his head, and looked at the man in the wheelchair whose features were difficult to distinguish.
"You've done well, Bola. You've shown your worth."
Froki smiled, recognizing Bola.
Bola's figure in the wheelchair trembled, his eyes red. In the raging flames, Lancelot's pale face flickered, and the hand that once pulled the trigger couldn't stop trembling.
{"Kill him."}
{"Kill him."}
{"Kill him."}
Dead souls whispered in his ears, their voices getting louder.
