'They're too calm…'
Zauren did not like what he saw. An uneasy feeling swept over his ethereal black body.
'Is the boy somehow alive?' the corrupt demon pondered once again, glancing at the abyss of nothingness in the distance.
"Was this your plan?"
Zauren glanced back at Drakmor's party, where the figure dressed entirely in white looked on coldly.
The corrupted demon could sense the coldness in her intent and the murderous glint in her eyes.
Zauren grinned, exposing his creepy maws for all to see. He was wrong. Alexander's friends weren't calm; they were pissed!
He looked at the other two, clad in red and grey, and saw the same murderous intent in their eyes.
They were itching to act!
"HAHAHA...!"
Julia clenched her fists and gritted her teeth under her cloak. The rage boiling within her demanded an outlet, and Zauren was the perfect dump site!
