Twenty minutes had passed since Merciless had an important conversation with both Hector and Anastasia.
Now, the world had gone quiet, leaving him in his own silence.
Merciless sat alone in his personal office, the one space in the entirety of Crimson Dawn that felt like his. Not the lab, not the control room, not the war chamber, not the prison, just this quiet place.
It was dark in here, by choice.
The only light that came from this place was his glowing eyes, but he could see the interior just fine.
He reclined back in the extra large leather chair, the frame creaking just a little under his mass as he folded his arms behind his head.
A long breath escaped his mouth as he said to himself.
"I should visit Silk again before I depart to the battlefield. Honestly, Hector, your plan is smart, but I know my visions are better, although if push come to shove, I will take the route as the last resort."
