Yaxche just casually tossed out a Primordial like he was a bag of potatoes.
"What the fuck?" Almost everyone jumped to their feet, Klaus included.
They all drew their weapons, perhaps anticipating a battle, since, in the back of their minds, the one tossed out was Yaxche. That would be anyone's intention when a Pseudo-Primordial and Primordial with incredibly powerful auras were to fight.
However, when Yaxche finally stepped out, using a white handkerchief to clean his dagger, everyone was left stunned.
"This is..."
Baka, the Blood General, muttered, looking between the bloodied Primordial and Yaxche. For a moment, his mind went blank, not because he was stunned by what Yaxche had done, but because the bloodied Primordial was someone he recognized.
"Void Servant?"
He asked, narrowing his eyes at the bastard who was too broken to even stand. However, he managed to turn his head and look at Baka.
