Jeremy, Caesar, Matias, Elizabeth, and Rorik instantly went into their usual formation that was ingrained in their very souls.
Jeremy's sword, Aurelius, was unsheathed as he stood in front of his friends with a solemn expression.
Rorik stood beside him with an excited gleam in his eyes. In his hands was his massive greataxe that was just a tad smaller than Corey's Genesis Armament.
"This is what I wanted from the start. Not all that peaceful and serene nonsense. Let me taste your blood." Rorik licked his lips, and his gaze was like that of a feral predator that wanted nothing more than to pounce on the snakes.
"You fool. Have you forgotten that their blood is most likely toxic? Look at it. It's silver."
Caesar called out from behind while bringing out a silver pistol that looked like a desert eagle from his cost.
He stood directly beside Elizabeth who was at the back of the group with a staff in her hands, and her lips muttering incomprehensible words.
