Holt's day usually starts like this: waking up in bed, rubbing sleepy eyes, washing his face, wandering around with a toothbrush in one hand, surveying briefly, then coming to the edge of the watchtower platform to spit out a mouthful of saliva mixed with toothpaste residue over the burning giant carcass below.
The thought of the Beast of the Herd consuming the toothpaste filled Holt with an inexplicable sense of joy, which marked the beginning of a wonderful day.
"Pack it up, hurry."
Holt urged, knowing Bologue could unleash a searing light at any moment to burn this High Tower to ash. If he seized the power of the Ethereal Furnace, supported by endless Ether, even incinerating the whole Land of Secrets wouldn't be too hard.
After resting for a while, Bologue leisurely got up from the ground. Holt also stood and watched what the expert would do next.
Bologue walked to the wall, simply observing the miserable Speaker, "Don't you think he looks like a cane?"
"A cane?"
