"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Verso asked, his voice strained.
The atmosphere in the cavern had become so thick with murderous intent and the scent of blood that it felt like he was breathing cold, liquid lead.
Han's face was unreadable almost as if his hollow, dead expression was a mask carved from ice.
Crunch.
The sound of snapping bone echoed off the jagged walls of the caverns.
Verso shifted his gaze behind Han, landing on the massive White Tiger. The beast was hunched over the final mercenary, its white face painted a dark crimson.
The Tiger slowly lifted its head, its golden eyes locking onto Verso. The sheer weight of the pressure the creature exerted was suffocating. There was no way that this was just another Mutant beast.
The air inside the cavern itself seemed to vibrate with its power.
'So I was right. Han had an Elite beast after all...'
Verso felt the hair on his arms stand up.
