'That idiot, Oliver. I can't believe he needs a wheelchair now.'

Darryl's face seemed calm and as still as water.

Oliver was shocked when his eyes met Darryl's.

'Darryl? Shouldn't he be dead? Grunt should've killed him off already. Why is he still alive? And why is he with the fiend race?' Oliver's mind drew a complete blank.

Even though Oliver was previously confined in a room next to Darryl's cell when he was first brought back by Morticia, he had no idea Darryl was there as his door was shut the entire time.

"You're still alive? It can't be!"

Oliver finally snapped back to his senses as he looked straight into Darryl's eyes. He was still stunned.

Oliver thought he was delusional from losing too much blood as a fresh amputee.

Darryl looked at him with disdain. "That's right. I'm still alive. Are you surprised?" Darryl responded calmly.

Darryl used to be intolerant toward people who slandered him. He would lose his temper and lash out. However, after years of experience with