"Too much, right?" Ragnar growled through clenched, razor-sharp teeth.
"Too much?" Bloodveil's voice dropped, his expression darkening. "This isn't just 'too much'—this is straight-up corpse robbery…"
He was fuming. The Xenobeasts he had killed? Gone. Scooped up by Umbradrake like they were freebies at a buffet.
Now it wasn't just Ragnar who wanted to deck Ethan—Bloodveil was itching to land a couple punches himself.
But Ethan, still disguised as Umbradrake, was out there slaughtering Xenobeasts like a machine, and the zombie horde was eating it up. They trusted him. Worshipped him, even. Starting a fight now would just make them look petty.
Bloodveil took a deep breath, swallowing the fire in his gut. "Forget it. Let's just keep hunting Xenobeasts."
