Heisenberg was an SS- ranked calamity
a living war machine.
Could such a legendary figure truly be standing before them?
But while Selena was trapped in her own shock, Frey didn't care in the slightest what they were thinking.
His piercing gaze remained fixed on the towering figure before him.
"You almost had me fooled."
His voice was calm—steady.
"Throwing civilians off the train. The explosion. The assassination attempt. You played your role well."
A short sigh escaped him, irritation flashing across his bloodied face.
"You might have succeeded… if only you hadn't directed your killing intent solely at me."
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Then—finally—
A deep voice shattered it.
The Ironclad raised his hand to his mask—slowly removing it.