I let out a cold chuckle.
"So they've given up their identity as beastkin. They've chosen to be elves in fox skin."
Vargis's growl rumbled in agreement.
"They'll pay, Devil. They'll pay…"
I nodded at the old dogkin warrior, accepting his words.
The next hour or so was spent assessing the losses, treating the wounded, scouring the ruined city of Lionheart, and so on.
"Where did Lady Black Fang go?" Aurora asked.
Vex, who was still occupying my arms as she refused to stand on her own two feet despite being fully capable of standing on her own, shook her head in strong disapproval. "She likely left right after telling Maelstrom how much of a loser he was. I know you guys think of me as an unhinged eccentric, but let me tell you, I'm a model citizen compared to that creature. She's as antisocial as one can get, easily living in seclusion for centuries without facing any hurdles while doing so."
