Nathaniel was in his office, fingers joined, eyes chained to his table, trying to contemplate this situation.

De Villiers' suspicion was clear, trying to apprehend what was going in his mind but his efforts were fruitless.

"I am curious, no reports of activity from them, although they are a visible threat." He spoke up, getting him out from his vast sea of cognitions.

"Hmm. I know." He hummed, opening his eyes, looking up at him coldly.

"Should we save ourselves the trouble and settle our score with him?" De Villiers said again as he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"We can't. He has her and his demise will...