Zephyrus raced past the ruins of Andreía, his twisted expression slowly settling into a cold, unreadable look.
It was odd, considering that from every angle, he had lost.
But he had only his own greed to blame for that.
Hearing the rapid footsteps behind him and sensing his brother's presence in close pursuit, he was forced to suppress a murderous intent, from leaking off him.
It was precisely because of fear of something like this happening, that things escalated to this extent at all.
He could pick up the auras of several powerful ascendants... obviously those of their level, steadily converging on him, or more specifically, on the duo of himself and his brother. They were being followed.
And more were still coming, the greedy ones among them already contacting their allies for support.
