Following the utterances of Mel—who spoke paying zero heed to the blood seeping from the corners of his maw—Edgan refused to pry his gaze from Muk throughout the ten-second silence that ensued. Deborah's subordinate retaliated against this scrutiny; the dark green hue enshrouding her weapons had not vanished into oblivion either.
"You have one hour! Kindly conclude your visit devoid of inciting further tribulations!"
Chan spoke, and via a diminutive cough she appended to the terminus of her utterances, she compelled Muk to trail in her wake. As his adversary departed dragging her feet, Edgan retracted the flames wreathing his longsword, and the weapon retreated to its station upon his spine as though possessing a consciousness of its own.
"You can track them down and slaughter them if you covet, I'll wait for you right here!"
