Chapter 78

The room seemed to tremble with the weight of my words, as they reverberated through the air. It was a declaration, born from a resolve that had been forged amidst the searing embers of betrayal and loss. "After all, it's time to take back everything that belongs to us from the start," I asserted, my voice devoid of sentiment, each syllable carrying the weight of past injustices.

But Diyo attempted to break through the impenetrable fortress of my resolve. His protestations were feeble, his words an attempt to pierce the armor of my vengeance. "You've become blinded by revenge," he remarked, his voice heavy with a plea for reason, a plea that fell upon the deaf ears of a man consumed by the flames of retribution.

"You have changed, Clyde," Diyo continued, the words resonating with the echo of a past lost to the relentless passage of time. "You are no more that Clyde who used to smile and chill a lot even at serious moments." His observations, a futile attempt to resurrect the vestiges