Even though his left hand had just been severed, Clyde felt no pain. He wasn't worried either, because he knew he could easily heal it later.
"What are you planning?" Hades suddenly asked, his tone sharp. He tried to hide the dread in his voice and the fatigue that was beginning to creep into his body.
"I'm not planning anything, Hades. Do you really think I'm the type who plans everything? I just act on my whims," Clyde replied, his voice laced with madness, his wide grin just as unhinged.
In truth, Clyde was someone who preferred to plan every step. But he said that to throw them off guard. An enemy who acted purely on impulse, without any thought, was far more terrifying than one who plotted carefully.
It made him seem more monstrous than before. That way, he could trap them deeper in fear.
