"Is this guy dead?" the Telekinetic Paragon muttered, his eyes reflecting the fear he felt.
"We wanted to investigate the disappearance of Mirabella, but because we had to fight these monsters, we've been delayed. We even wanted to fight you… but our pride…"
He sighed to himself, especially when he felt that Zarek's blood had completely stopped pumping.
Another figure rose from the dust and rubble, bloodshot eyes glaring. His state wasn't optimal, bruises and injuries covered him, with a deep fist mark right on his face.
When he looked at the ball of water, a gleeful sneer crossed his lips. "This bastard is dead, or I would have taken care of it myself."
"Eden, our job was to investigate the disappearance of our holy priestess, not about him."
"Even still," Eden gritted his teeth, filled with nothing but anger. His growl came in a deep voice, "a mere Telekinetic Master being so disrespectful to us."
