Revant slowly removed the gloves from his second hand first. He pulled off his suit jacket, leaving only the inner shirt and waistcoat.
Then he rolled up his shirt sleeves, sighing before brushing his hair back with his hand.
Throughout all of this, Koll stared with a strange and confused expression.
'How can he be so comfortable in despair… What is he doing? Why is he doing all that?'
His mind refused to let him rest—as if he were overthinking every single one of Revant's movements, even the meaningless ones.
Because he was so shaken and watchful of the Broken Tyrant that he wanted to make sure everything Revant did—both known and unknown—was under his radar, that he would see every move coming.
Little did he know, he was slowly becoming paranoid over small, meaningless gestures.
Revant, unaware of how intensely his opponent was watching, finally stilled himself. He stood like a statue, staring at Koll with a dark, disgusted expression.
