Third Person's POV
He didn't care what Otto learned from this ordeal or if anything at all.
His only concern was fulfilling his duty and getting paid for it.
Just as a semblance of quiet settled, Otto suddenly erupted once more but this time in a blind and wrathful fury.
His bloodshot eyes burned with unhinged madness and seemed to be on the verge of bursting from sheer rage as he shrieked.
"Find them! Those bitches and that bastard too! I will make him suffer! I will carve him apart and take his women before his eyes!"
The dark knight remained unshaken by the outburst.
He merely inclined his head in acknowledgment though deep down, he agreed.
Finally, he mused, he is starting to sound like the son of Duke Vord… though he is still a weakling through and through in both mind and body.
However, Otto's desires meant little to him. He had only one objective now and that was Ethan.
The boy had dared to defy him and to challenge his strength while also escaping unscathed.
