Norvax stared at the three brats seated around the table with him and Darius.
The four of them made for an odd bunch.
Honestly, it was quite despicable that he found himself in.
To think that the commander of the feared kill squad would be babysitting a couple of brats.
And all it had taken was the destruction of Praesagius' main headquarters.
" Ah... what a time to be alive."
It was probably the first time in history that such a thing had happened.
To think that the Praesagius wood stoop so low.
He absent-mindedly drummed his fingers on the table in front of him.
His grey eyes restlessly roamed about the room.
The four of them were currently seated in a small, lush cafe.
Several other customers sat a short distance away, some of them reading, others engaging animatedly in mundane conversations.
And of course, there was a long wall that stood alone quietly engrossed in whatever had them enthralled.
