"Boy, you best start explaining things before I lose my damn mind."
Macron put his elbows on his desk and rubbed his palms against his eyes.
"You can start with that damn skull outside in the arena."
Helix didn't chuckle, and Macron stopped rubbing his eyes.
He could feel Helix's serious gaze burning into his soul.
"What's… wrong, boy?" Macron asked with a worried tone.
"That skull. It belonged to a fifth-evolution Level 357 Stalkwalker Colossus." Helix replied.
Macron instinctively wanted to smack Helix for sounding like a show-off.
However, he could feel the turmoil in the young man's voice.
Macron studied his expression.
When his eyes glided down to Helix's peacoat, his eyes trembled.
"Master Tyrene…." He whispered.
"Yes." Helix replied after swallowing.
Helix grabbed the pin on his coat as if it were his heart.
The two sat in silence for a few minutes.
Macron watched Helix carefully, noting how many times the young man opened and closed his mouth.