Henry looked at his watch and then back at the spot where Weston was supposed to reappear, a deep frown on his face.
'It can't be that he failed to kill a child! What could have gone wrong?!' he thought, his eyebrows furrowing.
After waiting for a few minutes, his expression hardened. He concluded that something had gone wrong, but he didn't think it wasn't just the plan that failed, a man who was supposed to be dead was now alive, roaming a dungeon world in search of a way back.
'What's he doing?!'
Henry's eyes gleamed viciously as he saw Snow stroll to a corner and fall onto his butt, his summon perching on a nearby building.
Snow stared at his trembling hands. Images of his past actions, his past self, slammed into his mind, haunting him, clawing at him.
Why?
His pride stank. His laughter felt like that of a hyena. His words were revolting. He felt so hollow now that his goal had broken right before his eyes.
