Damon didn't respond immediately. He stood perfectly still, his arms loosely wrapped around Aurora, crimson still dripping from the razor-sharp tips of his claws. His gaze was fixed forward, on the stunned man who had been orchestrating the entire assault, now frozen like a deer staring down an oncoming meteor.
The surrounding players, once mocking and arrogant, backed away instinctively. Some stumbled. Some looked around anxiously, and most turned to the leader to see what he was going to do now.
"How the hell did you come here?" Bertram trembled in rage, his whole frame taut with fury. This man in front of him should not be here. Blood God should not be here. He told him that Blood God will not come here and that he would have the chance to make Aurora his without any issues. But now...
