CARLOS POV

Once more, the pivots cracked.

"We really need to get down to battle," I whispered to Fletcher.

Fletcher gestured.

"It was fun conversing with you, Logan, yet I think the ideal opportunity for words has since a long time ago elapsed. At the point when you're prepared for genuine peace talks, let us know."

"Ha, you won't ever get peace from me! I came to make a declaration to you today: the whole of Dartmoor Island will be mine! You will kick the bucket, and your kin will submit to me!" Logan shouted.

Fletcher and I shared a long look. So the maniac had authoritatively decided on going...