Bab 225: Feelings of the dead

Back inside the building, both Roman and Griffin were breaking everything that came in their way while also trying to break each other's bones with utter enthusiasm. 

The fire had spread around the first floor, leaving charred objects behind. 

"Is that all you can do, Moltenore?" questioned Griffin, a smirk appearing on his face. He had landed a blow on Roman, and he only hoped that he was winning this time. To kill Roman, there was so much satisfaction in it. 

"For a person of your caliber, I believe that is more than enough," responded Roman, running his tongue across the side of his lips and tasting blood on his tongue. "I thought your ability is good, but it doesn't seem like it is of any use. Same as you, useless," he taunted Griffin.