Kassal stared at Miguel with a questioning look.
"Where did you come from? And how did you end up behind them?!"
Miguel walked among the dismembered corpses, a smile spreading in the pitch darkness.
"It's easy… when there's the smell of blood to follow."
Miguel then glanced at Cyn's hand, smiling faintly.
Kassal sneered at him.
"Hah? What are you—some kind of dog?"
Miguel's answer was unexpected.
"Heh… you could say that, when it comes to scent and blood."
Cyn looked around with a hint of admiration.
"I never took you for an artist, Miguel. I didn't know you were capable of doing things like this."
Miguel was pleased by Cyn's praise, but replied modestly,
"This is nothing compared to your ability. Defeating Valgean from the raging Floods… that old man is an obstacle I could never overcome."
