Indeed, this was certain death.
Yet Xenos, unlike the rest, didn't snap his head down.
He looked straight at it, the towering mass of muscle and eyes.
Every one of its eyes blinked in tandem, almost hypnotizing him.
The sound alone was wrong.
And then… nothing.
It didn't move.
The two stared at each other.
Behind him, he could practically hear Arc grinding his teeth. Gaia's breathing hard, quick, and tiny, nearing complete panic. While Aspen's hand hadn't left his sword, Deianira's tail stood perfectly still, which for her was a miracle, and Ariadne looked ready to snap her whip in half from how tightly she was gripping it.
Xenos simply stood there, however, staring at the thing, waiting.
Seconds stretched, reaching minutes, until finally, he smiled.
And it wasn't because he reveled in the feeling it gave him.
His eyes never left their many ones, and yet...
Thankfully, it left his.
He flicked his wrist once, signaling for them to stick to the wall.
