Too naive

"Fucking trash—ALL OF YOU!"

The leader's voice cracked through the air like a splitting earthquake, golden energy crackling around him.

A nearby pillar exploded into dust, the sheer force of his fury distorting the air itself.

His golden eyes burned with a madness that sent chills down spines.

"You let him escape?! Are your brains filled with shit, or do you simply have a death wish?"

Hearing the leader's blaming words, an apologetic look appeared on Andrew's face. He immediately hung his head low in shame.

Contrary to his outward display, Andrew was cursing the Flowing Swamp organization's nine generations to death.

'Is this bastard's brain made of shit? How did he expect me to stop that fucking abomination of a being?'

Andrew's heart pounded so fast it felt like it would burst.

'if I had stepped forward, I wouldn't be standing here—I'd be a pile of smoldering ashes!'